I learned a really simple lesson this morning.
As I was coming back into my room after my shower I realized again that my hands hurt. Bleaching them for hours a day really does wonders for the skin--not. At least they aren't cracking and bleeding anymore, but regardless, they are still quite sore. "Better put something on them," I thought.
I was given this salve stuff for my hands when lotion wouldn't cut it and told that it would work. If I used it consistently. It stinks. I didn't use it often at all. I used it whenever I was feeling desperate. It doesn't help much that way. It helps a little, don't get me wrong, but not as much as it could if I used it all the time.
I offered it to my mom the other day for her hands since they were cracking and bleeding as well from the weather and washing. She turned down my offer politely and I just let it fall. A few days later she mentioned her hands to me again and I offered her the salve again. She accepted my offer this time, if somewhat hesitantly. Later that day she came into my room to ask for more of it.
The Bible. See, it's hard sometimes to keep looking when we don't get answers and when we feel alone reading this book we have known forever. Honestly, there are parts of it that are much less than interesting, and a story is only good so many times if there isn't something else behind it.
Praying. When you talk for hours some days and no one answers, or you go months praying consistently and get no response, it's hard to want to keep at it.
The thing is, I think, like this salve, though it's sometimes stinky and hard, if we keep at it--keep using it--then sometime we will see a result.
I probably need this lesson more than anyone. I'm struggling right now, especially in these areas. If you think of me, say a little prayer on my behalf? Thanks, all (:
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