I have a cut on my nose. Im not exactly sure how or when I got it, but there it is. I woke up the other morning, got Annabelle, fed her, read scripture, fed myself, put her down to play and then went to brush my teeth. That’s when I saw the caked blood that streaked my nose. Apparently it bleed during the night and left its dried streaked glob on my nose yet I didn’t see it for hours. Barrett was not there to point it out to me. I easily could have gone out without even knowing that I was giving Rudolph a run for his money at leading Santa’s sleigh.
I got to thinking, isn’t that why the Lord made us to live in fellowship? To point out something we may be blinded to? How often do I live ignorant of my sin that is so blatantly obvious to others? Or if I do know the sin, I stay away from people who will point it out to me. Man, that is pride and selfishness rearing their hooves of death. You know, now that I think about it, I even covered up the cut with makeup so no one would see it. Yup, I do that with my sin too. I smile, joke, and throw whatever diversion is needed to take eyes off the covered sin to somewhere not as intrusive. But I still know its there.
Its sad really. The Lord has given us each other to help during times of need as well as to help us grow in our sanctification and we still try to look perfect and cover up our cuts and imperfections. I think that I can be my own doctor, diagnosing and prescribing exactly what I need to fix the cut without bothering anyone else, but more often than not, I need someone to help me with the bandages. The Lord is my ultimate healer but His people are often his hands to tear off the bandages when needed.
My cut is still there…it even bleed during the night again. Weird. I guess some things take longer to heal than others. Maybe I should ask my doc about it…