The bug guys were back today. They've been coming every two weeks throughout May and June. This was a "good" visit in my book. As eager as I to overlook the two possible, sort-of spots I discovered June 17, they promoted us to "every three weeks" status. My entire family had already declared the house bed-bug free yesterday.
Not so rashly optimistic am I. I distinctly remember the mental rush to dismiss a bug problem the first ten days of our ordeal and the fluctuations of finding evidence one day and nothing the next. Am I a realist or a scaremonger? The answer changes as often as bed-bug proof.
Several weeks ago we watched a video in church. An elderly Czech woman testified to living most of her Christian life through two totalitarian regimes, the Nazis and the Communists. She said that the Bible tells us 365 times not to fear. "And so we didn't," she declared.
What?! And SO we DIDN'T? That's it?!
Amazing faith! And I can hardly wake up in the morning without itching. That Sunday this woman was my hero of the day. I wonder if she had a clue that one day her faith would speak to a spoiled, feeble, 46-year old American woman, whose biggest struggle at the moment is not prison, torture, or death. It's bed bugs.
I am challenged and humored, but not ashamed. This is the test God has given to me. His gifts, sometimes difficult, are always good. They are evidence of His grace in my life, and I am grateful.
Not so rashly optimistic am I. I distinctly remember the mental rush to dismiss a bug problem the first ten days of our ordeal and the fluctuations of finding evidence one day and nothing the next. Am I a realist or a scaremonger? The answer changes as often as bed-bug proof.
Several weeks ago we watched a video in church. An elderly Czech woman testified to living most of her Christian life through two totalitarian regimes, the Nazis and the Communists. She said that the Bible tells us 365 times not to fear. "And so we didn't," she declared.
What?! And SO we DIDN'T? That's it?!
Amazing faith! And I can hardly wake up in the morning without itching. That Sunday this woman was my hero of the day. I wonder if she had a clue that one day her faith would speak to a spoiled, feeble, 46-year old American woman, whose biggest struggle at the moment is not prison, torture, or death. It's bed bugs.
I am challenged and humored, but not ashamed. This is the test God has given to me. His gifts, sometimes difficult, are always good. They are evidence of His grace in my life, and I am grateful.
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