“Smells like ‘team’ spirit.” with sincere apology to Nirvana
“Are you actually wearing that thing outside the house?” my husband asked with amusement. After many years of marriage, not much I do surprises him, but the fact I was walking out the door with a tube sock full of brown rice draped around my neck and shoulders apparently did.
I just smiled back and went on my way. Little does he know I’ve been driving all over town with this unusual accessory for the last three weeks, ever since a fender bender left me with a sprained neck. Muscle spasms are no joke.
So, where I go, my sock of blissful, microwavable comfort follows. It’s kind of like I’ve always imagined the goodness-and-mercy thing David described so eloquently in Psalm 23 works. We go through our days — facing the joys, the trials, the occasional car wreck. God’s blessings follow hot on our heels — or neck as the case may be. They’re not a Kevlar shield from trouble. But, they are an ethereal support network, a supernatural team of heavenly goodness.
That’s right. It’s not the rice-pudding smell of eau de hot sock lingering on many of my clothes. It’s team spirit.