Feeling foolish. . .

I love how God always takes care of me in such unexpected ways!

So I'm working in the yard and I pick up a long, crooked branch that had fallen into the myrtle. I tuck it under my arm and head across the lawn to toss it near the fire spot. But before I take more than a couple steps, I feel something crawling on my back, inside my shirt. So I wiggle around to make whatever it is either fly away or drop off, hoping it doesn't sting me. It won't get off me. So I reach over my shoulder with one hand and start shaking the daylights out of my shirt but I can still feel it. I begin to panic as my imagination blooms to outlandish proportion! I start running across the yard (with no particular destination in mind) but it seems the more actively I move, the more persistent the "creature" is in clinging to me. Just as I'm ready to start yelling out loud, I realize it's the other end of the stick that had poked its way down the yoke of my shirt and every time I moved, it would scratch my bare back. I was chasing myself around in my yard with a stick! ......Duh!

It's times like this when I'm really thankful for the small forests between me and my closest neighbors! I have an inkling they already suspect that I'm a little "loopy" but I'd like to refrain from proving it as long as possible.

What does this have to do with God taking care of me? Well...I have been struggling with the effects of a variation of extremely intense emotions lately (happy, sad...you name it) and, quite frankly, it was wearing me out. How grateful I am that God's intervening is always perfectly timed. The nudges might be very obvious, they might be subtle or serious but my favorites are those that require a sense of humor -- the kind that allow me to make an absolute fool of myself and then to feel my burdens become lighter with laughter.