It was Just a Pebble

You may be getting sick of hearing about all my thoughts while I walk. But, for me, that is what blogging is about; to be able to share our excitements, disappointments, and even some small spiritual awakening.

Yesterday morning while starting out for our daily walk, I realized that there was a small pebble or something in my right shoe. Hatcher is so excited when we start out for our walk, there was no way I could go back to the house and fix my shoe. I found that by wiggling my foot, the pebble would move and no longer could I feel the discomfort. We would walk for awhile and then the pebble somehow made its way back to where I could feel it in my shoe. How bothersome, but at least I could make it go away for a little while. This continued for our 2.5 miles and once I was home, I couldn't get that shoe and sock off fast enough. Aaah, comfort at last.

This experience made me think about sin and Satan (OK, so maybe I am a little weird). You know how it works: you sin a little and then it starts to bother you (it can even be a sin of ommision rather than comission). But, eventually you start to feel comfortable and you feel better inside, no more "pebble"; though, in reality, the sin (pebble) is still there. We just found a way to make it feel OK. But, Satan grabs hold of us even tighter and the sin ("pebble") repeats itself over and over again. After much aggravation, maybe sorrow, maybe heartache, we realize the only way we will be happy is to remove the sin (like finally being able to remove the pebble from my shoe). We feel remorse, we repent, and pray that we will never do it again. And someday, we will return to our eternal home where all of that aggravation from the pebble will be gone. Satan works with little pebbles, but he can turn them into big stumbling blocks or boulders if we don't take care of the problem. I learned a good lesson yesterday.

For those of you who may not like my analogies, behold, you will not be hearing them for awhile as yesterday I broke my little toe (yes family of mine I did it again). Same foot that I had torn the ligaments. I tried walking this morning, but there was no way I could walk with a shoe on. And I am not really one to walk barefoot on our torn up streets for 2.5 miles. I guess I would make a terrible pioneer.

I am blaming this accident on Entergy. Yesterday afternoon I was working on the pictures of Emma and Hayes on my blog, when half of the lights went out in the house. Yes, that's right, some lights worked, some didn't; the referigerator and the freezer worked, but not the washer and dryer. Eric was out of town, I called the boys, they told me what to do with the breaker box; but, no luck. Mike Sinclair came over to see what he could figure out (Mike is like Handy Manny--he can fix anything). While walking too quickly through the hallway to go into the family room and eventually outside, I whammed my toe on the gate that was laying against the wall. Don't ask me how many times I have done this to my poor little toe. I am surprised it is still connected to my foot!!! Entergy did eventually get to the house (rather quickly I must say) and fixed the problem, sort of. Now when the air conditioner goes on, the lights in the house blink. Way to go Entergy!!

That's my story about a little pebble and my extra story about a little toe. I hope you enjoyed them.