You may think that living in the pit means disgusting living conditions--filthy, rat infested and dark. It could. Some people have no place to lay their heads at night. Others merely have shelter--they may have no electricity or running water--only protection from the elements. My pit was nothing like that. I lived in a beautiful house in a great neighborhood. I had a family that I loved and every luxury that money could buy. You see, my problem was I didn't know I was in the pit. I thought it was all good until, one day, the foundation began to collapse--my husband decided to leave our family. For others it could be the loss of a job, financial crisis, health problems or the death of a loved one. It's like building a little house with toy blocks. If you remove one key block, the whole house becomes unstable. Remove another block and the whole thing may come tumbling down. Suddenly your perfect life looks like a pile of rubble. All those material things that you treasured mean nothing. I could just as easily have been in a deep dark hole. That's where I found myself--wondering if there was a God in heaven that knew about my circumstances and cared about me and my children. Your pit doesn't have to be a physical location--it can be your state of mind. Anywhere you find yourself without hope--without God.
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