Picking The Scab

Hey there. Welcome back. I am sorry for the long, long silence. I have had a few challenges which, by God's grace, I am overcoming. Coupled with personal goals, it has been quite and challenging. But thank God I am here, and back, by His Grace. And I want to share something with you.
For some days, starting maybe last weekend, I began to have an issue with my nose. It felt like there was a little...pimple in there, for want of a better word. It irritated me to no end, and it hurt when I tried to touch it, so I guess I was stuck. Coupled with the fact that I was just recovering from a battle with Malaria, I was pissed for days.
So I did something.
I spoke.
In prayer, I commanded the issue to dry up and my nose to heal. Glory to God, in less than 24 hours, it did. The sores and pimples (😃?) in my nose, actually my left nostril, began to dry up and scab over. So, I was grateful and happy.

...Aaaaand I have also been picking the scab ever since (gross, I know ,but I make sure to wash my hands after). I don't know what kind of pleasure I derive from it, but it has been quite difficult to stop. I tell myself I will stop, and I do, for a while. And then I start again.

And that is how it is with us when we ask God to do something for us, whether it is healing us or getting us out of a mess we got ourselves into in the first place. Instead of letting God do what we asked, we pick at the scab until the wound/problem starts bleeding again. Sometimes we do it because it helps us give ourselves the illusion that we are doing something, maybe we even think that we are helping God but you know what? We are only prolonging God's Restoration Process and/or even worsening the situation .

So, I am going to stop picking the scab now, Scout's Honour (I was never a scout 😝 but hey, never too late eh?). I am going to let my nose be, and whenever my finger strays to that territory, I will tell myself "Picking The Scab, Picking The Scab, Picking The Scab...)
I suggest you do so too.

God bless You.