Tweezified
"Come here." My wife
ordered. I knew what that meant. Every Sunday morning, while grooming
ourselves for church, I will hear those words.
"Sigh. You did hear that I
sighed didn't you?"
"Yes, you baby. Come here."
I enter the bathroom to see a
huge set of tweezers in her hand. She
attacks my eyebrows and then goes in a search for old man hairs. You know those that grow in strange places. After all these years, I have hair follicles
with calluses. I know this because when she goes into new territory, it hurts
more. No one knows what I go through!
On that note, I don't know what
others go through. I don't know what it is like to live with COPD, I don't know
what it is like to live with diabetes. I don't know what it is like to recover
from spinal meningitis and never be the same. I don't know what it is like to
loose limbs. I don't know what it is to have a face burned and scarred so badly
that people stare. I don't know what it is like to have ALS .
I don't know what it is like to be told I have a few months to live because of
a cancer. I don't know what it is like to loose a spouse of 42 years, I don't
know what it is like to have Alzheimer's - and so on. So, I don't get angry
with those that don't understand my life and what I deal with - I don't
understand theirs. God has allowed PD in my life, if for no other reason, than
to have more compassion for others.
To go the direct route from Judea
to Galilee , travelers had to go through Samaria . Jesus had to go through Samaria
for a reason. God directs our paths for us to go through things for a reason,
as well.
"And he must
needs go through Samaria
© copyright Kevin T Boekhoff
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