Psalms 40:2-4 He drew me up from the pit of destruction, out of the miry bog, and set my feet upon a rock, making my steps secure. He put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God. Many will see and fear, and put their trust in the LORD. Blessed is the man who makes the LORD his trust, who does not turn to the proud, to those who go astray after a lie!
When you are attacked by an enemy, it is not a good thing to be standing in sticky muck that prevents you from moving. A miry bog, as the Psalmist describes, puts a person at the mercy of his oppressor. You can’t run. You can’t dodge blows. You can’t attack.
Abuse is a pit. A sticky, mucky, imprisoning pit. This is what we have so often called the fog of abuse…
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