Monday, 17 September 2007
Stick tights and Beggar LiceGrowing up in the country as I did, I had occasion to wander about the fields playing as a child, and just walking as an adult. I've enjoyed the countryside and all it had to offer, but it pays to be cautious in all seasons. In spring and summer there are snakes, and the poison ivy and thorns and other dangers. In autumn and winter there are other pesky things to watch for, like stick tights and beggar lice. Both these plants are pretty enough when in bloom, but both produce a fruit, a nut if you will, that is spiny and when fully ripe, will stick tight to your clothing, embedding themselves so fully that often you will find the pesky things days after your trek over the fields. These plants literally do 'stick tight' to you, despite your best efforts to rid yourself of them. And often you don't know you've acquired them until they get their spines through your clothing and prickle your skin.
- The other day, I was having a bit of worry and trouble in my life. Nothing major but it did seem that I'd been unable to shake the cloud I was under and eventually I began to feel I was being 'prickled' to death. Everywhere I'd turn a certain situation would rise up and confront me all over again. I seemingly could not get rid of it and I got more and more frustrated and more and more upset, until finally Chance noticed my agitation. As he prayed over me, he mentioned to God the situation and how it was 'sticking tight' to me.
- Immediately I 'saw' these pesky nuts (or fruits) of the two weeds of the field and I realized that unknowingly he had hit upon the very words that allowed me, as a born and bred country girl, to 'see' the situation for what it was. I imagined myself picking off the irritants as I used to pick off these nuts after a trek in the field. But my mine went further still. For it seemed to me I clearly remembered reading in some translation of the Bible about 'sticking tight.' After research I found this verse in the New International Version:
A man of many companions may come to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.
What a lovely image I had suddenly in my mind. It may be true that the situation stuck tight that day in my mind, but I'd forgotten that God himself also 'sticks tight' to us once we accept Him as our Lord and Savior. How much more pleasant to 'see' God clinging to me, watching over me, helping me over the rough places, than the image of pesky things hanging on to me and prickling my skin with irritation!