No, not those kinds of wedgies. Life will throw difficult times at you and like a wedge, those difficult times will squeeze you.
Recently I watched one of those how-to programs on how they make expensive paper, with the cotton and color flecks in them. First they start with lots of paper and water. Honestly, the stuff is a soupy mess. It has the consistency of curdled milk and smells about as bad. Then they cut up pieces of cloth – some old drapes, my jeans from junior high and an old dog blanket (with the hair removed). They stir all this together until it is a slightly thicker soupy mess. They pour it into these trays and let the water drain off. What they have is this useless, slippery, slimy play-doh that they then stack this, one on top of the other and then put it in a press. The press squeezes and squeezes until the paper is perfectly flat and all the water is squeezed out. What results is a beautiful piece of note paper. It is useful to write thank you notes, print wedding or birth announcements – or send a special, personalized message.
Are you in a tight spot? Do you see it as God, squeezing out the by-products so that he can end up with a beautiful piece of stationary? What message does he want to write on you?
One more thing about…”wedgies”. It’s typically never good to be alone on your side of the wedge. A wedge will either drive you away from others, like a lumberjack splitting wood, or it will squeeze two people together. My wife and I
have been squeezed a lot in twenty-five plus years of marriage and we have not always been on the same side of the wedge. But when we do get to that place and are squeezed together, we invariably…wondrously…get closer. And I have never – NEVER, experienced a time when that was not a good result.
Thanks precious, for staying with me thru all the wedgies.
Recently I watched one of those how-to programs on how they make expensive paper, with the cotton and color flecks in them. First they start with lots of paper and water. Honestly, the stuff is a soupy mess. It has the consistency of curdled milk and smells about as bad. Then they cut up pieces of cloth – some old drapes, my jeans from junior high and an old dog blanket (with the hair removed). They stir all this together until it is a slightly thicker soupy mess. They pour it into these trays and let the water drain off. What they have is this useless, slippery, slimy play-doh that they then stack this, one on top of the other and then put it in a press. The press squeezes and squeezes until the paper is perfectly flat and all the water is squeezed out. What results is a beautiful piece of note paper. It is useful to write thank you notes, print wedding or birth announcements – or send a special, personalized message.
Are you in a tight spot? Do you see it as God, squeezing out the by-products so that he can end up with a beautiful piece of stationary? What message does he want to write on you?
One more thing about…”wedgies”. It’s typically never good to be alone on your side of the wedge. A wedge will either drive you away from others, like a lumberjack splitting wood, or it will squeeze two people together. My wife and I
have been squeezed a lot in twenty-five plus years of marriage and we have not always been on the same side of the wedge. But when we do get to that place and are squeezed together, we invariably…wondrously…get closer. And I have never – NEVER, experienced a time when that was not a good result.Thanks precious, for staying with me thru all the wedgies.
It is only in the difficult times that I can show you how much my live will sacrifice for you. I am grateful for those trials where we can celebrate God's grace.
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