Why does embarrassment strike us at times, as if by a snake? The heart soon experiences a sickening, stifling squeeze. Our intoxicated blood burns with stinging venom.
Quickly, hide the evidence! Clear the browsing history! A verbal defense at the very least!
As if that would perfect us.
Silly victim, you only exacerbate the wound. And the teeth marks? They are yours. What do you value? What do you hold high? If it is not capable of defending itself, then why worship this THING? These THINGS?
I find myself wincing each time my flesh falls down - this earthly frame in which I find myself "treading water" as they say. I want to be perfect. I want to be perfectly beautiful, perfectly fit, perfectly witty, perfectly knowledgeable, perfectly wise. Perfect in musical abilities, perfectly hilarious, perfectly blah blah blah and blah with a little bit of blabbly blah on the side. And where does this leave me? Well. Imperfect. Even by my own "standards" I am no good.
So God replies, "Let me take you, and I'll show you what perfection is." Faithfully he administers His healing potion to my bruised feet, and soon, my entire body is restored.
"Walk on this path, and the snakes won't be able to reach you."
I take His outstretched hand and begin to walk. He smiles, and with a grand breath and the might of His arms, He bursts forth a path out of the boulders and rubble that surround me. We walk.
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Basically : Next time you feel embarrassed about something, stop. Take a deep breath. Grab onto His hand, because sometime before you had loosened your grip and had gone running with the snakes. Don't do that. You'll get bitten.
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