Beware the sting.

“Say I feel all sad and self-indulgent, then get stung by a wasp, my misery feels quite abstract and I long just to be in spiritual pain once more - 'damn you tiny assassin, clad in yellow and black, how I crave my former innocence where melancholy was my only trial'.“ ~Russell Brand

I went to sleep last night thinking “Lord Jesus my life is in your hands there is nothing else I can do.” I had been stung on the back of my leg 3 days ago by a dirty paper wasp (how rude!) while mowing the lawn. And btw Google is so wrong! 🙄 The burning hurt did not leave in 15-20 minutes, it was 9 hours later and not without leaving a big ole brand of infection. So in we went to urgent care, meds were prescribed and out we went to the pharmacy who had to refuse to fill per their records of my allergies. The PA was recontacted, new ones were prescribed and back home we went to wait. And wait. And wait. And finally to bed with a wish and a prayer of “Yes Lord Jesus my issues are your issues.”

This morning I woke to the song in my heart of 🎶 You are magnificent

Eternally wonderful, glorious

Jesus, no one ever will compare…

The bite is visibly better. My phone pinged that the meds are finally available. We will still go get them. I am on the mend. Thank you Jesus.

Why the songs from the Holy Spirit? They all fit appropriately to my days. And why not? Jesus and I are one and as much as I love Him, He loves me more.

Which reminds me of the constant banter with my grands…

I love you gma.

I love YOU! my child.

I love you more gma.

I loved you first my child.

The banter then stops with everyone smiling. “And those who know your name put their trust in you, for you, O LORD, have not forsaken those who seek you.”

-Psalm 9:10

I had a big wasps nest under the eve of my roof so I went to the hardware store to find some wasp spray. I found a can and asked a worker if this was good for wasps?

He says “No, it kills them.”

sorry… not sorry… and I will see you on the other side