Looking up from where he landed, all he could see was soft, blue skies and a few clouds roll by from time to time. It was cold and damp. The slick, muddy sides of the cistern made it impossible for him to climb out by himself.
As he sank into what seemed like a bottomless pit, his shoulder ached from the fall. All he heard was the mumbling of his brother’s voices and a few chuckles, sounds that grew quieter as they walked away.
Sound familiar? Have you ever been thrown into a pit? Psalm 40:2 says, “He drew me up out of the pit of destruction . . . and set my feet upon a rock.” God will do the same for you.