“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 40:2 NIV)
“What are you doing, Jason?” Tanya grabbed the door handle as the front of the truck twisted and turned in the mud. Jason struggled to keep all four wheels from sinking in the riverbed.
“Come on, Tanya. My ‘mud bud’ never lets me down.” When they got back to the parking area, Tanya got out of the truck, slamming the door shut.
“Jason, you drive this thing like it’s Optimus Prime. One of these days you’re gonna’ sink in your own slimy pride.”
Later that afternoon, Jason pulled up at Roy’s Burgers. He roared the engine and splattered mud onto the parking lot as he parked on top of fresh, mucky dirt. Suddenly, the wheels began to sink and the more he spun the tires, the deeper the truck disappeared into oozing mud.
Jason had parked on top of a newly-dug ditch that collapsed from the weight. He had to call a tow truck to come and pull his mud bud out of the pit.
Jason walked up to Tanya. “I guess you tried to warn me, Tanya, but I was too big-headed to listen. Looks like I had to be stuck in the slimy pit of pride before I could see my attitude was wrong.”
Jason watched the tow truck pull away with his truck. “Can I walk you home, Tanya?”
“Sure, Jason, but no mud, okay?” Tanya brushed the dried mud off Jason’s shirt before letting him put his arm around her.