Our playset was blocking my full view. All I could see was the tops of their heads. I saw big smiles…..bopping up and down. And lots of giggles.
I felt proud that my children could play so well – without bickering. It was a victorious moment.
But when I heard Zaiah squealing about the mud, my suspicions of foul play quickly arose. And I went to investigate.
I found four clean heads. But their bodies, especially little Leesy’s, were covered in mud. They had found a deep puddle.
There is nothing like believing you are in victory only to look down and realize you are covered in mud.
Last year, I had my most severe episode of postpartum depression. While I have never been an overzealous or joy-infested person, I never struggled with that specific emotional issue outside of the baby blues.
And after a year and some major spiritual revelations, I consider myself victorious – free of this isolated postpartum event.
I have been living in victory, but as I focus on the sudden vulnerability of my God-given reinforcements, I see mud.
And I am tempted. Tempted to focus on my own weariness, inadequacy, and fears.
But that isn’t going to happen. Because Christ has given me victory. Not by my own merit - but in Him, I am not confined to my own emotional limitations.
In Him, I am free.
It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery.
Galatians 5:1 NIV
See the video: Puddle