EARS are a funny thing, unless you belong to my family. Then you take them seriously.
I come from a long line of troubled ears. Nothing significant really, just a nuisance. Wax buildup, and I'm not talking about what you find on your furniture or car. No, this is the stuff that clogs the ear canal and requires multiple flushing sessions to extricate.
Only this time squirting a bulb full of water into my ear just wasn't cutting it. So, I sent Chuck to Nature's Outlet to purchase some ear candles while I fumbled my way to the couch. My head's been spinning like a top. I feel as though I am on a perpetual Merry-Go-Round.
I'm glad you never change, Lord. Even though my body serves as a reminder that this life is temporal, You are eternal!
Unnerving to have Chuck standing over me with a match as I lay on my side with paper plate rammed to my ear and candle sticking out. He sat amused, watching the flame work its way to my head. I told him to go get a marshmellow. My head's in flames, and he's just sitting there eating a sandwich.
Snap, crackle, pop--the heat draws the offensive wax out and into the hollow candle. I lay there at the mercy of the candle and my husband whom I'm sure doesn't know what he's doing.
Ice hangs thick on the trees as my candle flames and sizzles. I close my eyes against the dizziness.
The house lights flicker off, then back on. I don't notice but Chuck says, "Uh oh, power surge!"
I respond, "What do you mean, 'uh oh, power surge', with my head on fire over here! No, no, don't leave the room!"
I feel my brain shrinking by the moment. Probably be the size of a pea when this process is over.
Finally, when the candle has burnt down an inch from the plate, he douses it with water. Part of the charred candle falls off into my hair behind my ear. Nice!
I say, "Hope you're better with brains than bodies!"
He is a mental health professional, after all.
When all is said and done, and I am upright and walking, he says, "You must feel like a new man!"
I give him a wry smile. "Yeah, right, I'm the man I never was."
He laughs and grabs his lunch from the fridge.
Ear regardless of circumstances or momentary setbacks, or nuisances, or delayed goals, or sick bodies, life goes on and God is sweet. He remains good, because He is good.
Praising my Prince!
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