The Bumps We Pick

Carl has been having issues with his coat lately.  A couple of months ago, bumps began to appear all over his body which the vet couldn’t explain. If I picked at the bump, I would usually be able to pull off a hard black thorn. Not having a clue what was causing it, we decided to change his food and use a special type of shampoo.

Both Bee and Carl’s coats have improved in appearance. Carl still has the bumps but they don’t seem to bother him.  He never scratches or licks them so I should be content to just leave them alone.  I hate to mention this but I am a picker. I love to put my finger down on his skin, swirl it around until I find the black thorn and pull.

Well you can imagine that Carl isn’t as happy to see me coming towards him as he used to be. And if I pick too long, he starts to whisper a growl that warns me to back off. And I will. For a while.  But if Carl happens to get in my lap and I spot a bump, my impulse is to start picking.

What kind of bumps do you pick at? They can come in all shapes and sizes. It could be a topic that you keep raising with your spouse. Or it could be a relationship that just isn’t healthy for you to pursue but you just keep picking.

The Israelites were pickers. After God had parted the Red Sea and were finally free, they started picking. First it was the fact that they didn’t have any food. So God created manna to come down from the sky to feed them. But that wasn’t enough so they asked for meat. After God gave them plenty of quail to eat, they were still not satisfied.

Moses’ siblings picked on him because of the woman he married. Then when Moses had gone up the mountain to speak to God, they created a gold idol to worship.  All because of the desire to pick.

When do we ever learn that we need to be content with what we have and stop picking? 1 Timothy 6:9-10 warns, “Those who desire to be rich fall into temptation, into a snare, into many senseless and harmful desires that plunge people into ruin and destruction. For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evils.”

I have been trying to be better and leave Carl alone. On the other hand, I know that there are other areas of my life that I need to stop myself from picking. Hopefully, I will realize that if I can stop picking the bumps of life and focus on what God wants for me, everyone will be better off. Particularly Carl.




Published by Cora Darrah

Hello. My name is Cora. I live in Durham, North Carolina with my husband and two French Bulldogs, Vern and Bee. For thirty-two years, I taught children with unique needs. When I was eligible for retirement, I decided it was time to explore life from a different perspective. So with pen and paper, I have taken up blogging about two of the most extraordinary pets I know. More important than my pooches, is my relationship with God. I love God! He has blessed me with the gift of writing and I want to share what he is teaching me as I look through the eyes of four legged friends. So if you would like to experience how God works in all his creatures, join us on our adventure! When I first started blogging, my Frenchie, Carl inspired me through his crazy antics. But as life has it, Carl had to leave this world at the tender age of four. After a period of mourning for my little guy, I brought Vern home where he has ruled the roost. Oh, did I mention Bee, the Frenchie with a girl attitude and enough spunk to keep Vern in line. Come along beside us as we dive into God’s word and learn morsels of the treasures that only the scriptures can teach us. Vern and Bee would love to get to know you as well, so please feel free to follow us and share your comments….

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