“Get behind me Satan.”
Why? Why is it that every time you go on mission, whether to Kenya or Haiti or Nashville, Satan attacks? Yes, I know. Of course I know. When we do things in the name of Jesus the enemy finds a way in if we will let him.
First, on Tuesday in Nashville as I was manhandling a box spring the bed frame jumped out and bit me. I didn’t realize anything was wrong until someone noticed the blood running down my leg pooling in my shoe.
When I wiped off the would realized, “crap, that’s pretty deep.” So I called Joey. He said, “Yep, that’s deep and it’s going to need a stitch.” He was on a separate job site and told me he would come if I needed him. I was pretty confident that I was fine, but just needed to get it looked at. I really wanted to take an Uber to an Urgent Care.
The volunteer at our job site freaked out a little and was worried about where to take me. The Executive Director was on the phone with her and they were discussing CVS. I was sure they were talking about taking me to an Urgent Care by CVS. Waiting in the parking lot to be taken to get stitches I texted Joey.
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