The briar got my leg, but the one in my hand I missed.

Friday, I worked in the yard all day. It was beautiful and I love doing it. I mowed so my son would have a break since he worked overtime at his job. I pulled weeds in my flower beds, trimmed bushes, trimmed plants. I decided to move a bird feeder to a new place. I chose the tree over my rock flower bed. As I stretched to place the feeder up in the tree, I felt a sharp pain in my leg, the rose bush had gotten me and was eating my skin. I carefully stepped back but the briars were caught and cut my leg. I finally pulled my leg loose so I could continue on with the bird feeder placement. Once done I looked down and blood was running down my leg, not too much, but noticeable. I wiped it off with a paper towel and kept on working. Saturday morning after returning from Zumba, I was washing my hands when I noticed there was a sore, bump on my hand. I looked carefully and spotted a black Brier embedded. I quickly removed it and soon the bump and the soreness was gone. Funny isn't it? I knew the damage done to my leg because it instantly caused me pain and I could see the evidence of torn skin with briar's digging in. I never noticed the briar in my hand because it wasn't as severe but it was promising to give me problems if not removed. Sin is like the hand briar. Satan doesn't want sin to hurt us immediately. He wants doing good to hurt us and shock us when things don't turn out like we expected. He wants us to notice everything else going wrong while he sneaks around to the side and snags us. We did not see it coming and were really too busy to notice what has happened. It isn't until we start trying to do things, that we feel the hurt, the damage, the injury to our shield. And, unless we act quickly to remove it.....it festers up, kills the good stuff and requires more than neosporin and a band aid. You know, I got that briar when I was pulling the others off of my leg. You know, we make those mistakes or keep doing that same stupid sin thing even though it is eventually going to hurt us and others. Why not, next time, I'm going to hang that bird feeder on a different limb....farther away from the rose bush briar's.