chip chip, chip away

Today we celebrated the legendary Australia Day! Oy Oy Oy! And it was wonderful! But in the midst of that we spent some more time scrapping the old coating off of our once legendary waterslides. This event in the festivities of Australia Day was named "Hands Across the Globe" which I thought was pretty funny because so many departments on camp were helping.

For those of you who don't know, these waterslides used to have a big name. Much like Wooly Mammoths or the late great T-Rex. Kids and counselors would slide down them singing, "Wicky, Wicky Waterslides. The Red, the Blue, the White..." so on and so forth. But during the last two years, they have met their match and have been enduring a slow and painful death. Over the last few weeks, we have shed even more of their blood by scrapping that old paint away, sometimes accidentally digging deeply into their porous fiberglass. (Ooo, I liked that sentence)

But anyway, I am blogging about this tonight because sometimes I feel a little bit like I'm being attacked by tiny shards of fiberglass in my own life. Things will happen that will just prick at the surface of my heart, and I will choose to ignore it. But then those things will build up and I'll feel pain, much like I'm feeling the pain of that fiberglass imbedded in the arm I was leaning on most of today. Okay, maybe that's a little melodramatic. But after something stung a little bit too much tonight I was looking at some verses, and my eyes stopped on this one:

Therefore we do not lose heart, but though our outer man is decaying, yet our inner man is being renewed day by day. For momentary, light affliction is producing for us an eternal weight of glory far beyond all comparison, while we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen; for the things which are seen are temporal, but the things which are not seen are eternal.

2 C 4:16-18

These promises are so amazing. I know that while there is some pain on this side of earth, my inner "woman" is being renewed day by day and there is an eternal weight of glory attached to it. And you know what, the most comforting thing is that our eternally happy dad rejoices so much more in his name than ours. So I will take that fiberglass, and be reminded that there is purpose behind all things. And that my dad is a restorer!