Today is Day 36 of my bed bug adventure. Day 1 was May 1, 2012. I'm so glad it all began on a First. (January First would have been better--and I think Monk would agree--but May First will have to do.) It is only now, June 5, that I have had the time, energy, and stomach to detail my story. May was a long month. My life has been a whirlwind--researching, crying, bagging, vacuuming, calling (the exterminators), washing, more crying, baking (items that cannot go in the dryer), gagging. Then go through the routine again.
Through it all, God has been with me. He is my only hope to get through this.
Just now, after 36 days of washing, vacuuming, pest control treatments, and numerous highs and lows, my son comes to me with a dead bug on a board game from a room that had been "safe."
"I think this is a bed bug, Mom."
I think to myself, "No, I think we're done with those--and there're certainly not any bugs in the study."
I look. It's a bed bug. Dead, thank you very much, but still a bed bug. How on earth did he get in the study?!!
My confidence that this trial is near an end plummets. Time to scratch. Time to vacuum. Time to turn my confidence away from the mirage of a bugless house to the Lord of the Bed Bugs, who ordained this momentary trial for my good and His glory, who made and knows every bed bug on this earth, who sent his only son Jesus to earth to join humankind and rescue me from sin and death, who claims me as his child and delights in me. Time to rejoice and be grateful. Time to go.
Through it all, God has been with me. He is my only hope to get through this.
Just now, after 36 days of washing, vacuuming, pest control treatments, and numerous highs and lows, my son comes to me with a dead bug on a board game from a room that had been "safe."
"I think this is a bed bug, Mom."
I think to myself, "No, I think we're done with those--and there're certainly not any bugs in the study."
I look. It's a bed bug. Dead, thank you very much, but still a bed bug. How on earth did he get in the study?!!
My confidence that this trial is near an end plummets. Time to scratch. Time to vacuum. Time to turn my confidence away from the mirage of a bugless house to the Lord of the Bed Bugs, who ordained this momentary trial for my good and His glory, who made and knows every bed bug on this earth, who sent his only son Jesus to earth to join humankind and rescue me from sin and death, who claims me as his child and delights in me. Time to rejoice and be grateful. Time to go.
So sorry about this but glad that your perspective is right. It is interesting that your first sighting was on May 1 commonly known as May Day.
ReplyDeleteMay Day: a phrase used as an emergency distress signal; derived from the French meaning "come help me"
Psalm 121:1-3 says, "From where shall my help come? My help comes from the Lord, Who made heaven and earth [including bed bugs]."
How appropriate!
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