I WAS TICKED!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So yesterday we went for a hike through the rainforest. It was gorgeous and a great getaway from the city. Yet as we stopped to take a rest, we noticed there were ticks out. Throughout the hike, we all continued to check our feet, ankles and legs for ticks. We were able to flick off the ones we saw and managed to finish our hike unscathed.

However, when I got home last night and did one last check, my husband found a tick embedded in the back of my leg. The funny thing though about bugs is once you spot one, you start to think they are somehow multiplying all over your body. The imagination can do play some funny games! In order to remove the tick, my husband burned the area was the tick had bit me--yes, I said burn, as in full-on "light a match and burn my leg" to try to get the tick to naturally withdraw itself. After 3 times of unsuccessfully removing the tick"naturally" and burning his own shorts, my husband opted for using tweezers. How can one little tick be SO strong and do so much damage to two adults?!?

After being called "a big baby" (let's see how many times you can be lit with a match and not move!), I started to wonder why are we so resistant to God removing, even the little things, from our lives. Do we not trust that He sees the greater picture? Trust that He knows what damage can be done from those little things that embed and dig deep roots in our lives? I would hope from this small tangible reminder in my life that I would be open to letting God remove the "ticks" that I can't see.