Holiday At Sea

Is it C.S. Lewis that talks about the child playing in the mud who is so upset when her parents want to take her from the mud to a holiday at sea? I am so often that child- covered in mud and content in my filth and not wanting to be taken away from it. I many times may realize the fact that I could be settling- but then again if I understood the greatness of a holiday at sea, compared to the mud, I would surely leave the mud. But so often I stay playing in the mud-settling for sin and the short term fun it brings. I ignore my father who is wanting me to simply reach up my arms- so he can pick me up to take me to the sea. He has the desires of my heart. He knows how I'll love the sea. He knows the sand is better for castles, that the waves are powerful and beautiful, that the sun is bright and that the birds will be chirping. I'm muddy and dirty. I'm happy in my sin and fallenness. I settle in one, two, three areas of my life- and slowly I have settled for a life in the mud, refusing to lift up my arms and be taken to a holiday at sea.