Just yesterday I found myself, once again, having up close and personal time with the ground after a rather melodramatic mountain biking spill. This time, however, I wound up in a merciless thistle bush instead of on regular cold hard ground.
That’ll teach me for going mountain biking two days after surgery!
I quickly relearned the meaning of excruciating pain in that moment of impact and the following few minutes. But even that wasn’t half as bad as the indescribable agony of a loving mother pouring over your wounds, relentlessly digging for thistles as if there were diamonds hidden somewhere deep in your flesh.
But — and this is the crux of this post — throughout the entire duration of the removal of those ghastly thistles from my tender arms, hands and legs, I couldn’t shake one thought from my mind:
Imagine how a crown of thorns must have felt.
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Oh – so true.
Digging for diamonds – haha.
nice leg