As my wife and I sat at an old faded picnic table I reached for something and scooped up a splinter with my right middle finger. It penetrated painfully under my fingernail. My wife examined it gently and, based on her nursing experience, thought it best we not try to dig out the splinter whose tip was deep enough to be just out of easy reach.
"Let's leave it," she said after washing it, "it will work itself out in time, does it hurt?"
"A little bit, not too much to live with for a while."
Live with it I did until one day I was playing guitar without a pick. I wasn't aware of the splinter while playing, but afterward I happened to glance down and noticed it missing. I had played it out strumming and praising the Lord! Can't think of a better way to be delivered from a pesky little splinter, whether it be a physical one or an emotional one or any other kind.