Stung…..

Yesterday, following church we were all at my Aunt Myrna’s house eating Sunday lunch, which is what we all do following our church services each week. It is fun to watch. Picture my Aunt Myrna’s house as the hub and all the planes coming from different places passing through there before taking off for their weekly flights.

Anyway, as we were all sitting out on the back porch eating and catching up on our week, my little 3 year old great nephew was riding his cousin’s little John Deere tractor in the back yard. It wasn’t long before we heard a loud shriek of pain. As I jumped up to look down at him, I saw a large red wasp flying away. He got stung and it was not pretty! My cousin, her boyfriend, and I all headed to the local store for some Benadryl. By the time we got back in the car to head back to the house, my niece and mom passed us with my nephew on their way to the hospital. We pulled in a minute behind them and walked into the emergency room. Our little guy had morphed into a contorted swollen face with a rash solidly covering his upper torso headed to the top of his legs. He could barely see out his little eyes and was itching like crazy. Seriously, it just hurt my heart for him. And there was nothing we could do but make sure he had the medical help he needed. Now that we are aware that he can react to wasp stings this way, we are prepared with our EpiPens and Benadryl. He is much better this morning and we are praising God it wasn’t any worse.

As I think about yesterday, it reminds me of how life happens sometimes. We are just riding along enjoying the day and out of nowhere we get stung! I’m not talking about the things we see coming as a consequence to something we or someone else has done. I’m talking about the stings that come out of nowhere! The ones we aren’t prepared for such as being laid off, a spouse that walks in and announces they want a divorce, the loss of a family member or friend in an accident, a heart attack, etc. You know the kind of sting that makes your insides shriek with a pain that you feel will never stop, the kind that causes you to cry out to God and wonder why. It’s the kind of pain that there is nothing anyone around you can really do anything about except get you to the spiritual hospital and let God do the healing.

Recently we lost a missionary to the tragedy of a car accident while home on stateside furlough. She and her family served in Rome, Italy, alongside some of you that are reading this blog. It is my deepest prayer that God will be allowed to do the healing that only He can in those left behind in this world whether it be family or friends. As I listen to and read the many things shared about Kyra Karr’s life, it doesn’t take long to see that she lived her life for Christ. What a testimony all the way home. Please remember her husband Reid and the three children (all girls).

Isaiah 43:2 (ESV)
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you.

Love you all…

His,

Vickie