There are no his or her problems in marriage; there are one flesh problems - Rick Thomas
The other day I was trimming back some briars behind our fence in the backyard. I caught my arm on some of the briars. One of the thorns broke the skin and made a slight laceration on my arm. My arm was hurting. It began to bleed. The pain would not go away so I yelled at my arm. Anger was my way of “fixing” the problem. I became critical of my arm because it was messing up my day. If only my arm would cooperate and not hurt, then my day would have been much better. But it would not cooperate. It continued to hurt, and I continued to stew and sulk because of my un-cooperating and weak flesh . I then had this wild idea. I wondered what it would be like to not have this arm. Would I be better off? My mind began to drift to other arms–better arms, as I thought what life would be like with an arm that would conform to my preferences. At our church meeting on Sunday morning I caught myself looking around to see what other arms were available. I let my mind wander, and I wond