Pulling Teeth.

So I thought Leviticus was bad.  


Remember that movie with Tom Hanks?  The one where he is on this island, like forever, and he's talking to a volleyball?  And he has a tooth that is rotting out of his face, so (obviously, the island devoid of dentistry) he takes like a really sharp rock and hammers his own tooth out?


So you have that scene firmly implanted into your mind right?


Ok.  That's Numbers.


Yep.  So I found myself back in the Psalms today.
I love this:


But me he caught---reached all the way
from sky to sea; he pulled me out
Of that ocean of hate, that enemy chaos,
the void in which I was drowning.
They hit me when I was down,
but God stuck by me.
He stood me up on a wide-open field;
I stood there saved---surprised to be loved!
~Psalm 18:16-19


If I were an artist (I am decidedly not), I would draw or paint that scene.  I think I could create that over and over, a million different ways and never get tired of the Standing in a wide open field, saved and surprised to be loved part.  That's like my autobiography.  Probably all of ours if we think about it.  But ME He caught.  ME.  Not us, not the whole world.  Just me, out of an entire ocean, out of chaos, out of emptiness.  Why would He do that?  Honestly, I don't even really want to know.  I don't think I can handle it.  But I'm really grateful and amazed.