I'm a plow.
I just bust through whatever needs to be busted through. And get it done.
Could be because I'm German. Could be because I am a Bauman.
Not sure which. Most likely both.
I am sure though that I am a plow.
I'm struggling with some things that even though I push and pull with all my might I can't bust through it.
And I don't like the feeling.
Then I remembered one time when I was dealing with something similar and I complained to my friend: "Why doesn't God ever give me a break? Why doesn't He ever just hand something to me?"
Now. I realize this thought process is totally and completely ludicrous. God does give me breaks all the time...and He has handed countless things to me.
But He wasn't handing the thing I wanted handed to me.
Her response was "Julie. We are like plows. We just tear into and bust through everything. If God didn't constantly pull at the reigns with us, imagine how bad our lives would be?"
I had to stop and think. This is so true. I am such a plow. Or horse. Like a draft horse. One that just pulls and pulls until the job is done.
Doesn't this look just like me?? Check out the awesome 'shoes'. If I were a horse I would totally want shoes like these!