As the shrimping boat’s nets tangled in its propeller, winds pushed Big Earl onto shore. Stranded on the North Carolina sands, Big Earl needed rescued.
When we saw the news, my husband and I visited Big Earl. The line of cars signaled where to park. Rain added to the drama as the crowd gathered in support.
A tugboat, spewing black smoke, pulled Big Earl with a cable. Each wave rocked and rolled the helpless craft. A back hoe cushioned its bucket with a large tire and pushed Big Earl.
Pull. Push. Most days, an extra pull and push is needed just like Big Earl. Life entangles me. Twisted and turned, I listen to lies more than Truth. Doubts shout defeat. I lose my bearings and end up where I don’t belong. Stuck.
God comes to my rescue. Tethered to Him, a gentle pull brings me closer. Close enough to hear His still small voice. Whispered love. Kind and affirming words from family and friends provide a loving push.
In rain soaked clothes, we cheered Big Earl’s freedom into open water. Pull. Push. Rescued.
I think that if God didn’t have his hand in it, it wouldn’t have gone the way it did. ~ Big Earl’s owner
Wise words. Truth spoken about Big Earl and me.
For he has rescued us out of the darkness and gloom of Satan’s kingdom and brought us into the Kingdom of his dear Son, who bought our freedom with his blood and forgave us all our sins. Colossians 1:13-14 (TLB)