The grapevine leaves had started to take over. I decided to trim them back.
Innocent, productive task, right?
Actually this photo is after I trimmed some.
Straight down is a hornet's nest.
Right below the t of the word hornet's in the top line.
I didn't see the hornet's nest because when I first went out,
the vines and leaves were so thick,
my full attention was on them.
So there I was, minding my own business cutting and pulling,
when my right hand felt like it'd been bitten.
I yelped and dropped the vine and checked out my hand.
Yep, a tell-tale little, red bump.
I went in the house and treated it.
Then out I went again. I just figured my hand had gotten in the way
of a sting critter checking out the grapes.
It wasn't until several hornets swooped past my head
that I thought to look up.
Ooops! and Duh! rolled into one!
There wasn't any more trimming that day
and for the next few days until Mike sprayed the nest
and got it down.
However. . . I did get my camera!
I have a point beside telling you about
a hornet's nest.
Look at the photo to the left.
A serene scene.
I went outside to do a job,
not expecting to get 'hurt'.
Yet when I least expected it,
I got stung.
Why wasn't I wearing gloves?
Because I couldn't clip and grasp
as well with them on.
So I bared my hands.
The previous week I had been stung
But it was by a person.
The same scenario: I was good-heartily performing a task,
in a great mood, all expectant
for a good outcome.
I opened wide the door to my heart.
Then when I least expected it,
my heart got stung. Really stung
I had my eye on the luscious fruit of my toil. But someone else had other ideas. I was stunned. In pain, I retreated into a bit of a shell. That's often what I do when emotionally hurt. I wasn't going to talk about it, but in an unexpected turn of events, I did. Mike and I had stopped to visit friends going through a rough time. At some point, I just blurted it out. The friend then loosened up on some stuff she was dealing with. We ended up laughing and when I left, we both felt better. I didn't speak about it with anyone else, especially
the person who hurt me. I didn't trust myself to handle that scenario well.
I did pray about it and asked God to help me forgive,
to understand why or at least accept what the person did,
and move on.
God answered my prayer. Eventually the person told me of the frustration
she/he was experiencing at the time. I never talked of my frustration.
I just listened and I did get a touch of understanding--not fully,
but that's okay.
I accepted the situation and the person, and I forgave and moved on.
I'm not even certain that the person knew I was hurt.
I do know the hurt was not intentional.
I'm glad I didn't make a big issue out of it.
There was a time when I would have
"shouted it from the rooftop!"
(not really, but I think you get the point.)
I've learned not to do that.
I really work on going to God first and only.
Sometimes, I end up telling someone,
usually my husband.
This time I hurt too much to put words to the pain.
I did accidentally 'spill the beans'.
God used that spill to minister to me and my friend.
Isn't He good?! Even when we aren't.
Life is like that.
We get up and go about our lives with good intentions.
We're happy and content.
Life is wonderful.
Then the 'hornet' stings.
We have several ways we can handle that sting.
I've found a better way at age 57 than I knew to do in my 30s.
He prays it audibly, although at times very quickly,
so it's over before some have realized it has begun.
(But that's okay.)
The words are:
"Dear God, Thank you for our food. Amen."
Aaron can answer questions about Jonah and the whale,
Noah and the ark (boat), and other Bible stories.
He knows Jesus loves him and how to say a resounding "Amen!"
(He also knows O stands for Obey---that's when he is misbehaving
and his parents are dealing with him.)
There's more, but you get the idea, I hope.
The point is that this little boy is being brought up on God's Word.
He shames me by praying before he eats when I don't.
I know better.
How do I though?
And how does he?
My parents raised me and his are raising him in a Christian home
with respect for God and the Bible
and everything that goes with both.
Can you overdo it?
Yes. Both my brothers would agree with my answer.
But do I believe it's still worth it?
I can only answer for me and that's yes.
I don't believe totally like my parents did,
but I was given a foundation and then a choice.
Aaron is being given that foundation.
When he's an adult, he will have a choice.
The important part is that he will have a foundation from which to choose.
Some don't. I'm thankful he does and so will his little sister.
This leads me into more of Psalm 119.
I gave some verses last week.
I did eventually read all 176 verses
and found that David
asserts the same truth over and over:
Know God's Word, commandments, law, and so on.
Say them. Live them. Believe them. Stand on them.
I know the Old Testament Law was shaken up a bit with Jesus. He gave us a new commandment: to love one another as we would have them love us. I believe that with prayer, scripture reading of both Old and New, alone time with God---keeping in touch with all of God-- a valuable and positive difference is made in my life.
This week's Psalm of the Week:
27) Make me understand the way of Your precepts;
so shall I meditate on and talk of Your wondrous works.
29) Remove from me the way of falsehood and unfaithfulness [to You],
and graciously impart Your law to me.
32) I will [not merely walk, but] run
the way of Your commandments,
when You give me a heart that is willing.
33) Teach me, O Lord,
the way of Your statutes,
and I will keep it to the end [steadfastly].
34) Give me understanding,
that I may keep Your law;
yes, I will observe it with my whole heart.
38) Establish Your word and confirm Your promise
to Your servant,
which is for those who reverently fear
and devotedly worship You.
40) Behold, I long for Your precepts;
in Your righteousness give me renewed life.
41) Let Your mercy and loving-kindness
come also to me, O Lord,
even Your salvation according to Your promise
42) Then shall I have an answer for those
who taunt and reproach me,
for I lean on, rely on,
and trust in Your word.
The following photos are of Aaron with his Grandpa Mike.
Sara came back up with both children.
She worked at the family company
while grandparents got special time
with Aaron and Abigail.
I like this series because it shows
how attentive Aaron is to instructions
and how he follows through.
(And his parents haven't gotten to see these pics,
so this is for them also).
How to spray this particular hose
and then plant grass seed:
Aaron is tall for his age.
Sometimes folks who don't know his age
will expect him to act like a four-year-old
and not the two that he is.
I asked him to look at me, but he really didn't want to take his eyes
off the spot of ground he was watering.
Blessings to you all as you go through the rest of this weekend.