She lies among the weeds, hidden in the tall grass. The rain starts falling around her the tips of the grass flow back and forth, dancing to the music off the morning shower. She opens her mouth to catch the rain, to taste the rain, to allow the rain to saturate her being. The rain taps on her forehead, it swims down her arms, it wiggles between her toes. She stares up at the falling drops and counts them. The grass is heavy, and slumps down beside her, over her, covers her, as if trying to hide her further. The tip tap of the splashes on the blades of grass dance in her ears. She cannot help but smile. The rain comes harder and she knows that this temporary paradise is coming to and end. Out of the grass is the real world where she is surrounded by problems and not nature. Her covering does not bow to the rain, but costs her daily freedom. She would rather stay with the rain, but responsibility has a firm grasp. Just one moment longer.
I had a pinched nerve in my neck for the first time the other day. I wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary, and my neck just started hurting. I couldn't figure out why. I walked around stiff necked for the rest of the day. I prayed that God would either take it away or teach me something through it. I praised and rejoiced for this trial, even though it was painful.
Here is what He taught me. I learned humility. I learned what it is like for lots of people to sympathize with you and try to help, yet just crating more pain by trying. I wonder if God sees us that way when we try to help him in the flesh. I learned to let my wife do things I normally enjoy doing for her: driving, carrying thinks, opening doors, etc. I've learned to ask people to do things for me that I just can't do at the moment. (Grab a fold out table, build a fire.) I've learned to submit to other people who are trying to help. I have to admit that it wasn't my favorite lesson from The Lord. I don't like being helpless. I don't like being served. I rejoiced and praised The Lord because I know He did a good work in me. And now that I learned that lesson, I feel better. I don't want the next trial, but in knowing that it is good, and from The Lord, I'm ready.
I'm lazy. I want to write more. I would like to update this blog daily, so if you want to help me out, here's what you can do. If you read this blog, and notice that it hasn't been updated yesterday (chances are that I didn't get to it today yet), and you see me, pinch me. That should be a good reminder to update. Thanks.