Psalm 124:7 We have escaped like a bird from the fowler’s snare; the snare has been broken, and we have escaped.

Have you ever had that feeling of not being able to get out? Of being held against your will? Of missing maybe just an inch to be.... the winner, the loved one, the successful?

I am watching some of the Olypic games and even though usually it is pretty evident who is the winner, often only a picture decides who was first. Or second or third. The tears of a forth seem to be the bitterest. So close, yet missed. Maybe for years, maybe for ever.

We have a gracious God who has provided a way out. Out of misery, out of envy, out of bitterness. Like a bird escaping from the snare, like the rabbit or the fox, avoiding to be caught. I heard, sometimes they bite off a leg to get out.

Out like getting out of evil's snares. That's not easy. But to have missed it, even if it was so close, will bring bitter tears of regret.