Thursday, January 23, 2014
Released from the Crabs
I heard this story in Litchfield, South Carolina.
A little boy watches a crabber.
The crabber catches crabs and puts 'em in a big bucket with no lid.
The little boy asks, "Mister, aren't you afraid the crabs will crawl out of your bucket?"
The crabber explains, "Don't worry, son, for as soon as one of the crabs gets close to the top, the rest of the crabs reach up and pull it back down."
I feel it, Lord.
It's a dark conspiracy.
They're trying to wear me down; attempting a cumulative effect.
Bantering and moaning.
Complaining and criticizing.
Sooooooo negative about everything everywhere with everyone - like bad leaven mixing in to make it worse.
Miserable people dedicated to making everyone everywhere about everything as miserable as they are.
Yet, as I move to You and You move to me because I move to You when You move to me, I'm released from the...
And the more I move to You and You move to me because I move to You when You move to me, they can't pull me back down to their...
I don't feel empathy for the miserably pejorative anymore, Lord.
The more that I move to You and You move to me because I move to You when You move to me, I don't feel or understand or relate to their...
Moving to You and You moving to me because I move to You when You move to me, I'm no longer stuck in the bottom of the bucket and no one has the muscle to pull me back down because I've moved to You and You've moved to me because I've moved to You when You've moved to me; and I just can't get/be as miserable as...
I don't know what it's like to be captive anymore to/by...
Yes, I feel sympathy for those who are pulled down or stay down because they don't move to You as You move to them and...
I've even tried to feel as miserable as...because that's what they want for...but I can't when I move to You and You move to me because...
I can't help them; and they can't help themselves until they move to You as You move to them because...
Ever since starting to move to You as You move to me because I move to You when You move to me,...
I can't explain it, Lord.
I feel it.
It's a choice.
Move to You and they can't pull me/us back to the bottom of...
I want You for the rest of the crabs.
I know You release crabs like me when we move to You as You move to us because...
You said, "I will set you free!"
It's/You're the truth.
Strange thing about parables and poetry and even prayers.
Ya get it or ya don't.
Reminds me of Him.
We get Him or we...stay in the bottom of the bucket.
Attention all crabs!
Blessings and Love!