Stuck in the Mud

Looking at my backyard after 3″ of rain and my son-in-law working on our retaining wall, I was reminded of a poem I posted in October of 2017. Maybe you are feeling stuck. You are not alone.

I waited patiently for the Lord; he turned to me and heard my cry. He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand. Psalm 40:1-2 (NIV)

Here is my original post:

Stuck in the Mud

Stuck in the mud,
Stuck in the mire.
I’m feeling so cold
I can’t find my fire.

My dreams are all broken,
They lie on the floor.
I’ve one foot frozen
And one out the door.

My mind is uneasy,
My heart is a mess,
My life, where it’s headed
Is anyone’s guess.

Wishing I could fix me,
Be the person I wannabe,
Live the life I long to see,
Break the chains and be set free!

For the life I’m living
Doesn’t feel like mine
But some drone of a person
Whose light doesn’t shine.

Having dreams of a dreamer,
The joy of a believer,
And hope of an achiever,
Yes! I want to be her!

Yet here in my pool
Of stagnant dreams
Is where I sit
While my soul screams!

I didn’t know if I should post this and give the impression that I think my life is so bad, but sometimes these are my thoughts and feelings and I have trouble getting past them.

3 thoughts on “Stuck in the Mud

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