Hello. I'm sorry that I haven't been as consistent with this as I should be. But I am going to try and change that. I had planned on making this post on Friday, but I got delayed. At any rate, I'm back. Enjoy.
Some of you may have heard that I had an uninvited guest in my house recently. I'm not sure that I would like to post all the details about this event, but you can read the article on the Kingman Daily Miner website. I read through the comments recently and I'm thinking a trip to Disneyland, and a German Shepherd puppy are in the works. The puppy will have to wait until the current one passes, but that might be something to look into.
But on a serious note, and maybe a bit of a humorous one, I ended up chasing this guy thorough and out of my house. At that point in time, I was already on the phone with the 911 dispatcher for about three minutes. Needless to say, the police were right around the corner. As this man was running out of my house I went after him. Just to let you know, I was still in bed when my daughter alerted me of his presence. I also sleep with a minimal amount of clothing on. So I ran out my house barefoot and in my underwear. It was quite embarrassing as there was passing traffic while all of this was unfolding. Looking back at it now, it is quite comical.
The part that I really want to get to has to do with having bare feet. It's a general rule in my house that if you go into the garage, you MUST wear shoes. I have a drill press that I use to drill through metal, and use an angle grinder on a semi-normal basis. Although I try my best to sweep and vacuum the floor, there might be a rogue metal shaving and I don't want it ending up in anyone's foot.
But there I went. Running through my garage with no shoes and no socks. You can guess what had happened, but I didn't realize that I had a metal sliver in my foot until late that evening. It was a consequence of my action, but I didn't really notice right away. In fact, I thought my shoes were giving me an issue. I had initially inspected the bottom of my foot and hadn't found anything to constitute the pain.
The next morning, I awoke and re-examined my foot. I knew then that it wasn't a result of bad shoes. I twisted my leg into a precarious position in order to see the bottom of my foot more clearly. I finally found the problem. It took me a good part of the day and a nice body ache to extract the sliver from my foot. But even with the added pain, the relief was great enough to make me smile.
Fast forward to yesterday-
I noticed that my daughter had a splinter in her hand. I'm not sure of how long that it was there, but it was on the road to an infection. So my wife found the tweezers, and I went to work. At first, my daughter was frightened at what was going to take place. She had tried to argue with us that there was nothing wrong with her hand. She does that often. She will say she feels fine when she is sick. She does this so she doesn't have to go to the doctor and have to take medicine or get a shot. But her parents know better.
My wife held her so she couldn't squirm and I continued to pull the splinter from her hand. As I was doing this, I could feel the anxiety she had about what was going on. It was almost heart-breaking. Finally, I was able to pull out a disgusting looking piece of wood from her hand. As I pulled it out, I could feel the relief that went through her body. It didn't take her long to exclaim, "That feels better!" She even thanked me.
From that, I drew the following analogy: We have little things in our lives that are causing us pain. Much like my foot, these issues can crop up because we don't make good decisions. It can even take awhile to realize where the issue lies. Leaving our issues unchecked could possibly lead to bigger issues, like an infection. And leaving an infection unchecked could lead to a loss of limbs, blindness, or even death.
We must realize our issues and then take them to God. We might have to go through some pain and discomfort, but the end result will be worth it all.
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