Fleece

I still wear the black fleece that I was wearing when I was attacked. I'm wearing it right now as a matter of fact. For some reason, they saw fit to cut a long slit from the left armpit all the way down, but still pulled it over my head to remove it. I had stitched the slit closed, but all the stitches had come out, so I stitched the slit closed again this morning.

Fleece also describes a concept in the Scriptures about how someone used a fleece to determine if an apparent calling really came from God or not. The Biblical account refers to how someone left a fleece out overnight and asked God to have the fleece be wet with dew but the ground be dry. It turned out so, but that wasn't enough. The person then requested that the conditions be reversed, that the fleece be dry and the ground wet with dew.

I didn't realize this until recently, but I've been maintaining a 'fleece' type of mentality towards things. Essentially, I've been waiting for some sort of guarantee before taking action. This is not a consequence of the attack, though, this is something that comes from my family of origin.  The irony is that now things are going well, and I'm waiting for something to go wrong instead of moving forward. I guess this is the season I come to grips with this.