It’s officially mud season in Vermont. Spring has sprung, but because heaps of snow are melting, the ground is very muddy. My pink muck boots often get stuck in the wet and slimy ground. Ugh!

Even though this probably isn’t anyone’s favorite season, this mud filled ground turns into the most gorgeous green mountains I’ve witnessed in the New England states.

David wrote about mud in Psalm 40:

I waited and waited and waited for God. At last 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. He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see and fear the Lord and put their trust in Him. (verses 1-3)

Heavenly Father, I can relate to David in this Psalm! You took me up out of the mud in a horrible pit and set my feet on firm ground. You steadied my legs and continually make me strong. I have a story to tell about how You rescued me. May all who hear and read about it see Your Heart and Your Power and know You can and will do the same for them! Amen.

Walking down the street, Jesus saw a man blind from birth. His disciples asked, “Rabbi, who sinned: this man or his parents, causing him to be born blind?” Jesus said, “You’re asking the wrong question. You’re looking for someone to blame. There is no such cause-effect here. Look instead for what God can do. We need to be energetically at work for the One Who sent me here, working while the sun shines. When night falls, the workday is over. For as long as I am in the world, there is plenty of light. I am the world’s Light.” He said this and then spit in the dust, made a clay paste (mud) with the saliva, rubbed the paste on the blind man’s eyes, and said, “Go, wash at the Pool of Siloam” (Siloam means “Sent”). The man went and washed--and saw. (John 9:1-7)