Last week I finally caved and went to the doctor over an annoying earache. Keep in mind that this decision meant taking two little sweet peas on a thirty-minute trip after school one afternoon. I expected to wait 30 or so minutes in the waiting room, then the doc would take a quick look in my ear and see the infection, write out the script and we would be on our way within the hour. I thought we might even stop for frozen yogurt on our way home.
I should have lowered my expectations!
It just so happened that the doctor was running an hour behind that day. So, I strangled… I mean wrangled my monsterous little man around sick people for an hour. It was humorous how many times we got out the hand sanitizer!
Now have you ever had anyone look in your ears and say, “Oh girrrl, this is gonna be hard?” If so, you can relate. The gross part is my ears were full of wax and they couldn’t see my ear drums. Supposedly this is a very common problem and has nothing to do with cleaning your ears. I am a meticulous ear cleaner, seeing as I was a swimmer growing up and fought swimmers ear regularly. Hey, I have to keep a little pride if I am posting this!
It only gets better from here. I won’t give you all the details. Just picture this: A thirty year old woman (a close friend reminded me that I’m not actually 30 yet and that I can’t throw that around until I’m truly apart of the “30 Year-Olds' Club.” She says I have “30 Year-Olds’ Envy.” She says the wisdom that the 30 year olds have has not yet been imparted on me... I am turning 30 in a couple weeks!) Sorry, off subject!
Picture a 29 year old woman with a beautiful six year old girl standing behind her and an adorable 22 month old boy standing on her lap. The following things are happening simultaneously:
A nurse is shooting water into the woman’s ear trying get ear wax to come out in a bowl.
The little girl stares into the bowl and quietly says, “Ewww” and “Mom you’ll be okay.”
The boy pumps foaming soap all over the counter with the water on full blast then begins to copy his sister by yelling, “EWWWWWW!!!!” at the top of his lungs over and over.
The nurse stops the shooting water and the woman tries to open her eyes only to find her equilibrium gone.
I’ll stop there.
Three hours later, we made it out alive.
And my ear is now feeling a little better.
I’m not sure the moral of this story. I do know that I found myself praying a lot that day. Perhaps God is reminding me that I am to be quick to listen and slow to speak. That He speaks in a still small voice and I need to get some junk (sin) cleared out to be able to listen.
And maybe, I am learning to love this simple and sometimes messy life He has given me. Maybe He is transfiguring the mess into beautiful Joy!
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