Retired

I have an ear band that is part of my 'survival' gear.

It is a great blue color.

Other than that, I hate it.

It is fleece bound on the interior with a neo-premium rubber on the exterior.

It is absolutely wind proof, and probably every other kind of proof.

Across the last wicked month of winter, I gratefully applied it to my head.

If I couldn't find it quickly enough, in a jacket pocket, I was desolute.

When I found it, I was grateful.

But then I would apply it to my ears with the same reaction: 'I hate this thing.'

It works.

Unbelievably.

But it is tight, and makes my head feel like it is going to explode.

There was never a time that I didn't rip it off, and say, 'thank God.'

This ear band thing made me reflect on the love-hate aspect of life.

And it made me think about what it must be like for God to listen to me pray.