Friday, July 22, 2011

"Stung" (and a short Psalm of the Week)

At the very end of this is a short version of
 "Psalm of the Week."

Some time ago:

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.
If only I'd gone to God more then.
But the "if onlys" are useless.
What's done is done.
The best action is to learn from that mistake(s)
and move on with life.

I'm endeavoring to do that.

Sometimes less is more.
I'm hoping that is the case with my short version
"Psalm of the Week:"
Behold, thou desirest truth in the inward parts:
and in the hidden part
thou shalt make me to know wisdom.

Create in me a clean heart, O God;
and renew a right spirit within me.
Psalm 51: 6, 10


  1. I'm learning that lesson, too . . . after "talking too much" in days past! I don't think we should beat ourselves up about those immature responses, but as you said we should learn from our mistakes and try not repeat them. Growing in Him is a process that will last until we see Him face to face. But it is encouraging when we can see that through Him we are making progress!

    Sorry about your sting; hope it's healed now.

  2. I can so identify with this Beth. I will be 65 in a few months, and I am still learning lessons I should have learned years and years ago. I marvel when I read the blogs of young women who are doing so much better than I did at their age.
    The amazing thing is, God never loses patience with us. He takes us as we are and works to make us more like Him.
    Thanks so much for sharing this. When we share from the heart, it blesses others in ways we cannot imagine.

  3. This is a good lesson and I think it's something we all need a reminder on at times! I'm learning things I should have learned years ago also and in some cases I've learned it but need to be reminded to put the learning to work!

  4. I really need to take this to heart...I have a thin skin and get hurt so easily.

  5. HI Beth, Yes---there are several ways to get stung. Glad you didn't get more stings from those hornets... Yipes!!!!

    I have a very good friend who consistently says something which upsets me.. She's very opinionated ---and life is all about HER and her needs.. I really like her alot---but I have to take what she says with a grain of salt at times.. Otherwise, I allow myself to get upset.. I hate that I 'allow' her to upset me like that.. Life's too short. I need to ignore her at times like that... BUT-she's hard to ignore at times... ha (Is she a real friend??? Not sure!)


  6. Good analogy, Beth. May love and forgiveness salve the stings we all suffer (and sometimes inflict) as we travel through this life. I've experienced both the sting and the need to be forgiven... I'm so glad we can trust in the One who freely forgives us and who can create a "right spirit" when ours is lacking...

  7. Vicious little critters, they are...but all a part of God's plan for nature :)

  8. The Psalmist knew so well how to deal with life's stings ... I hope you are healing well from both the physical and emotional.


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