While at this last debrief, I walked around everywhere barefoot (who wouldn’t? It was the beach). Well, one day I scratched the bottom of my foot on a rock that was well hidden in the sand but thought nothing more about it. I swam in the ocean thinking that the salt water would clean it if anything.
Apparently, the ocean wasn’t as clean as I thought and my foot got infected. And I was not the only one. Jenn had a couple scrapes on her foot that got pretty gross and I can’t even begin to explain what was going on with Zack’s leg. And though against our will (kind of) we went to a clinic to get them checked out.
As I sat in the waiting room, I pondered as to why is it that we freak out about doctors and hospitals when they are there to make us better? Why do we think we can always do it BETTER on our own?
Then, I thought about how this fits into our relationship with God as well. Why is it that often we try to keep things from God when He is there to help (heal) us? Why do we think that we can fix the problems in life on our own?
