Tweets - June 10th thru 15th - Foot

Today I got home from spending a few days over the weekend in Deep Creek lake (mountains in Maryland) with a group of guys. I went outside, in the rain, to harvest some of my squash and zucchini I knew were almost ready before I left for the mountains (4 veggies in all). While walking to put my shears back in the shed, my foot slid, and the side of my foot pushed into a wet rusty nail.

This was an interesting message. If I have to deal with a nail in a foot, then what does this mean for this world, even for a place like the United States. I won't know infection, but you might, and I'm not yet sure what that means. (As for my foot, there isn't much pain, and it will be healed in a few days. My foot and that nail both belong to God.)

I was thinking about the salvation of Christ over the weekend. Christ was everything but a man saved from death by God. Yeshua was anything except a man saved by God from death. This is the faithlessness of this world - where God does not save men from death; therefore, Jesus must have been both God and man.

Because if God saved a regular ol' man from death, giving him eternal life, then why does God refuse to save anyone else (which is a question no one asks on this planet ever). These simple things, these black and white things, are important to recognize; but the blind do not see black and white - not yet.

It remains interesting. It wasn't a matter of 'watching my step', because I did not step on a nail. My foot slid into it. What happened could not have been prevented by paying attention.

Monday night was hell. The pain intensified throughout the evening. It was an irritating pain, and it kept waking me up throughout the night. It honestly felt like a bad dream I couldn't wake up from. Tuesday, the pain was significantly less.

Wednesday (today) there is no pain unless I add pressure to that area of my foot (causing me to walk on the ball and heel of my foot, avoid the side altogether). I imagine that pressure-pain and the swelling will dissipate at the same time. The wound itself has closed.

I suppose this is a teachable moment. It is harsh for anyone to think that God shoved my foot into a nail. Whether it is true or not, nothing can be learned (as we'd rely on assumptions). What can be learned and understood is that God allowed it to happen.

I know God by what I see God doing. There is nothing that happens outside of God's will. The difference with me is that I did not offer up a single request to God or hope to my feelings that all would be well.

It is just a matter of time, a matter of waiting and enduring until I'm made whole; I'm never left alone to wait forever (speaking from my historical walk with God).

God set a de facto standard of healing and salvation and gave me the promise over a decade ago. I made no such standard for God myself (how could I?).

A day or 2 after my injury, I went outside to remove the nail from the plastic-type barrier separating the walkway from the dirt where my vegetable plant containers are sitting. When I tried to unhinge the nail, it just snapped off; that's how rusty the nail was.

I was thinking about what happened to my foot and wondered why God let me slide my foot into a wet rusty nail. It should have been more obvious, but tonight I mentioned, "so that the power of God could be displayed", and a spacecraft flew in agreement. Leaves much to think about.

The swelling in my foot is about 90% gone. I walk flat on my feet again. Still some pressure-pain if I walk too fast or carelessly. I have been taking pictures of the wound since since day one, I may post at some point (the first one is by far the most disgusting one).