This term means something boring and predictable. We get stuck when we do the same thing over and over again. We fall into a pattern, like a broken record.

 

Some things are good to be stuck in, like reading the word, praying, worshipping God. When we get too quiet in His presence and for too long, something is wrong. We used to be grateful, now we have stopped. We used to praise God, now we don’t. We used to participate and interact with the Spirit of God, now we don’t.

 

We need to break out of our pattern. Do something different! If our spiritual lives are monotonous, we are the ones that need to change it. We used to get excited about coming to worship and being in God’s presence with the saints, but now we are not. There is no one to blame but us. I used to be that person. Always with a frown on my face. Always unhappy and bothered by someone or something. I was really unhappy with myself.

 

This poor man cried, and the LORD heard him, and saved him out of all his troubles.

 

Pastor talked about supplication as a desperate cry for help. Well, the word says He hears, and He answers. I am so glad He does. When He answers, He gives you peace and joy. I am not saying I don’t have problems or challenges, but what I am saying is, I don’t stay there long. Life is too short not to enjoy it with God.

 

Break the pattern, the mold you are in.  I used to do ceramics. I would pour liquid clay or slip into a pre-formed mold. Every time I did, the piece would turn out the same way, the same shape. Why do you want to live your life the same miserable way every day.

 

Break the mold, don’t let your life be the Same Old, Same Old. God doesn’t do the Same Old, Same Old, we shouldn’t either.

 

Behold, I will do a new thing; now it shall spring forth; shall ye not know it? I will even make a way in the wilderness, and rivers in the desert.

 

This is what GOD says, the God who builds a road right through the ocean, who carves a path through pounding waves,

The God who summons horses and chariots and armies— they lie down and then can’t get up; they’re snuffed out like so many candles:

“Forget about what’s happened; don’t keep going over old history. Be alert, be present. I’m about to do something brand-new.

It’s bursting out! Don’t you see it? There it is! I’m making a road through the desert, rivers in the badlands.

Wild animals will say ‘Thank you!’ —the coyotes and the buzzards— Because I provided water in the desert, rivers through the sunbaked earth, Drinking water for the people I chose, the people I made especially for myself, a people custom-made to praise me.

 

by Josephine Davis