Our persistent eight-legged interloper was back in the
shower the other night. So I dropped the marge tub on top of him for Don to
remove later. I’m becoming quite blasé about it all.
We both forgot about him until the next morning. I was concerned
he would have died, deprived of oxygen, and thought a quick death by vacuum
would have been more humane. Don turned over the tub to discover – he’d filled the
tub with a web.
Trapped, he’d got busy making something which could trap other
victims, or perhaps protect him.
Some victims make other victims. Sometimes they may do it as
a means of self-protection, of masking their own vulnerability and woundedness.
Some victims make a healing balm for others.
Paul wrote that the bad things we suffer in life can
strengthen and equip us to encourage and help others. It’s the taking God into
the pain and trusting him with the healing that transforms a victim into a
victor.
May I trust God enough to transform my black holes into
goldmines of his light. For his glory.
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