So I had a tick on me today.
We’d just parked and Hubby was helping me from the car. In the process, my dress moved just enough to reveal a little brown…thing…on my upper thigh. “What’s that?” he asked.
When I looked at it, I assumed it was a mole; they’ve seemed to pop up any- and everywhere in my old age.
He took a closer look. “Nope, that’s not a mole.”
At that point, I freaked out.
Folks who know me know when I say, “I freaked out,” I mean I. FREAKED. OUT. Right there in the Potbelly’s parking lot for all the world to see. And I continued to shiver and shake for the next…well, I’ve still got the heebie jeebies, so I’ll update you on that timeline. Sweet Songbird reminded me that I should focus on “whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy—meditate on these things.” (Philippians 4:8) That didn’t include thinking about that six-legged creature digging into my skin, sucking my blood, passing along all manner of disease. Nothing lovely or praiseworthy in that.
But there is something lovely about my girl pointing to scripture, even in—especially in—that moment of abject, completely grossed out, I’m-going-to-lose-it terror. She knows I don’t do ticks, spiders, bees, or basically anything that grows or crawls in the space between the house and the car. That includes plants, remember? There is something praiseworthy in Hubby who scooted across the lot to ask a stranger for a lighter so he could heat tweezers and who didn’t laugh at me one time.
And there’s nothing truer or more noble than God Who knew I was hot like fish grease with Hubby and didn’t even want to speak to him, let alone invite him to touch my leg—until I saw that tick. I’d driven two hours uttering nary a word until I screeched “Get it off me!” God gave me Hubby to clinch as he removed that bug-which-serves-no-good-purpose.
So, did God send that tick? I don’t know. Yet He assures me that He knows the whereabouts and purpose of every flower and bird and that He cares most about me. (Matthew 6:25-34) God gave me something to cry about and write about and an opportunity to forgive and be given. He can use anything to bring about good for me and glory for Him. Anything.
I suppose I should thank God for that blood sucker, for our “encounter” also drained me of my anger and flooded with me humility, gratitude, repentance, and admiration—for Hubby and Songbird and God’s perfect provision. Now, as far as the tick is concerned, that sucker is dead. And I pray that is so with anything that threatens to drain you of health, peace, energy, and joy. There’s power in His blood!
For the word of God is living and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the division of soul and spirit, and of joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart. And there is no creature hidden from His sight, but all things are naked and open to the eyes of Him to whom we must give account. Hebrews 4:12-13