Mud Puddle or Beach?

When I was in High School I went to a youth conference, there a speaker gave an analogy about what Christ is offering us is a beautiful beach but we are content with to stay and play in our mud puddle. I don’t remember the connotations but I can only hope it didn’t have to do with becoming a Christian meaning being happier in life. I hope he meant that life is better and right with Christ. I don’t mean better like more prosperous and always getting what you want, but more content and at peace. I guess those come because there is a certainty about the future. It doesn’t matter how much I struggle and fail, which is often and more then I would like to admit, my wrong doings are compensated for and that gives me comfort.

The problem I had with his analogy was that I am not a huge fan of the beach and I really don’t hate mud puddles all that much. I mean growing up an hour from the beach burned me out early and I have some fond memories of playing in puddles after rain storms. The older I have gotten the more I realize that I am not sitting in something as pleasant as a mud puddle. Its more of a putrescent mire of shit, granted that probably wouldn’t have gone over well at a Christian youth conference. So why am I happy here?

Why do I start to walk away then get distracted and run back and dive in? I mean I am not even happy there and I know this. I have been there and I am much happier elsewhere for obvious reasons. Its just exhausting for me to analyze the stupidity of my own behavior.