God, Please Bring the Roach Out

The Incident
I woke up early yesterday morning. I had to perfect my little Cinco de Mayo lesson for the week. Anyway, I was up, going about my morning routine when all of a sudden this gignormous roach just appears on one my bed pillows!

::shudders:: Oh, horror. I haaaaattteee roaches. It was enough to make me scream bloody murder, but I had to be considerate of my still-sleeping family members. However, I didn’t want that sucker just roaming free in my room—on my bed of all places. Blech! I ran to get a broom to smash it to smithereens, but I remembered it was on my bed, so that was an unlikely way to dispose of it. So then I grabbed a can of Raid and planned to spray the nasty little thing and would just wash my bed sheets and such afterward.

But when I, bent on extermination, got back to my room, the little brute was gone. Oh, no! I moved my bed and tore off all of the sheets, all the while praying God, please bring the roach out. Not that I enjoy the sight of such a thing scurrying around, I just wanted it to come out so that I could kill it and not have to worry about it having free reign to go about its roachy business in my room. Much to my dismay, I couldn’t find it.

The Spiritual Application
But then, some weird way, I began to apply the situation spiritually. Nobody likes roaches. Most people can’t stand the sight of them. Filthy, nasty, creepy, crawly, ugly little creations. But sometimes God has to bring the roaches out so that we can deal with them.

We all have roaches in our lives. Those ugly things that maybe we didn’t even know we had in us, or maybe we did, but we put up a good front. God has a way of making those ugly things come to light, and sometimes at the most inopportune times. Maybe He’d put us in a stressful situation and we blew up, realizing that our roach of impatience just scurried out. Or maybe for the 5th time we’d called Bro. Whoever later, after we said we’d do something, and back out, realizing that our roach of inconsistency crawled into the open.

Once it’s out, it’s out. And then it’s up to us to deal with it. Even though the prospect of killing it isn’t that attractive at all, in the backs of our minds, we know we’d rather take care of it than let it have its free reign in our lives.

I was going to somehow compare Raid to the Holy Ghost, but that just seemed kinda irreverent. Anyway, you get my drift.

Spanish word/phrase of the day: Las cucarachas son repugnantes. (lahs koo-ka-RAH-chas son re-poog-NAN-tays) = Cockroaches are disgusting.

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