“Please God, no more yelling, no more trips to the woodshed.” Psalm 6.1
I can’t really imagine the physical sight of God yelling at me much less having a woodshed experience when Him. I am not sure what specifically blocks my imagination, evidence of God’s overwhelming grace, physical size and presence of God, or the potential power of the pain inflicted on my backside. Perhaps it is the combination.
However, there are days when my mind, body, and soul believe we have spent our time in the virtual woodshed! The mind aches from the outside in. Eyes are looking for any cool and dark place to rest. Bones ache in ways that no amount of stretching, resting, or movement will ever solve. Room temperatures are always too cold or hot, never soothing.