The time finally came to have the pain reliever, and I was shocked, but he cried and refused to take it. We begged, pleaded, coerced, and nothing worked. Finally Camille had to hold him down and just force him to take the meds. In a very short time, he began to feel a little better. We kept telling him over and over---this will help you--make you feel better--but he was bull-headed and afraid of more pain-so he refused what would help him.
Reminds me of my relationship with God. A lot of pushing and pulling goes on. Things are good--I push Him away -I've got it handled. Times are painful--I pull Him to me. He shows me the path He has planned for me----I push Him away---that is not my plan, God! I know that His path is the best path, and I know that if I stray from it or refuse to go down it--it will be painful---but I am human---and do a lot of pushing and pulling!