Itchy, itchy
I’m a baby and I’m not afraid to admit it. The only problem is that I married an RN so my level of sympathy on the home front is minimal when I’m under the weather. My ailment lately has been some sort of poison all over my skin. Basically, if there is anything in the air, growing out of the ground or any other kind of poison in a 15 mile radius I’m going to bubble up, swell up, and itch like dog with fleas. Not only is it obnoxious to me but it is rather gross to look upon.
I crawled into bed last night and informed my wife that I feel like a leper…she chuckled. I scratch…she chuckles. I medicate with caladryl, special soaps, steroid creams and pills and she chuckles. This from a woman who has never really had poison ivy in her life. Actually I get yelled at more than sympathy. “Quit itching!” “You’re making it worse!” “That’s gross!” Ah, married life. I get no sympathy but I do get some oohs and aahs over the seeping puss and bubbling flesh. Not sure why I married a nurse. Guess she saves all her sympathy for a paycheck.
It does remind me how dependent we are on God. How one little thing can cause chaos in our life. A child that gets sick. A paycheck that is late in coming. Skin that is irritated beyond comprehension. I’m glad that He cares enough to work through it all. In Exodus God informed Moses that He had “heard the cries” of His people and He was ready to act. Honestly, I’m not sure how people get through life without knowing personally the God who desires to rescue them from life, death and themselves. Cry out to Him and allow Him to be your balm or healing now and forever.
