Sometimes, bad things happen to us. Scary things, hard things, things that make it hard to go to sleep at night. The other day, a bad thing happened to me. I, unintentionally, disrupted an underground hornet nest while planting. I was almost immediately covered in bites and stings from the angry little black and yellow fellows. What was incredibly intense about this experience was how suddenly it happened. I was going about my merry way, very excited to be planting a new tree, and suddenly I was covered in hornets…in my clothes, on my exposed skin, in my hair. There was suddenly pain everywhere…
Thankfully, Daddy was home. He was well across the field, but he came running. I cried for a good long while. I’ll admit… I was a bit hysterical at first as the attack came on so quickly. While I (obviously) ran from the scene and started stripping my clothes off, the angry fellows chased me for a bit, continuing their attack. And the pain just exploded all over me…I am welted all over my body from bites and stings…between my fingers, in the crease between my bottom and thighs, on my tummy, under my breast where one got into my sports bra, on the back of my neck. Daddy tended to me…caring for my emotional and my physical well being. He held me for hours after, reassuring me that I was safe.
Even now, as I write this…well removed from the event, I tremble a bit. I am reminded how vulnerable we are to nature and to the elements…how precious our health and safety are. And I am incredibly grateful that I do not have to walk in this world alone.
Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for being my rock. Thank you for loving me unconditionally. And thank you for wanting the world for me. Your wifey always.