My Plagues

Since I was a little girl one of my favorite Bible stories has been the one where the mother made the sacrifice to save her son who then grew up to realize the people who are raising him, were also hurting his true people of origin. He could not stand by and allow this to happen.  After his epiphany or once he realized who he was and what was happening, God began to use him.  Pharaoh in his disobedience suffered 10 plagues.  In the Bible study those plagues were: river of blood, frogs, lice, flies, livestock pestilence, boils, hail, locus, darkness and loss of first-born son (yes, I looked them up).  After this, he released the people as the story goes, he became even more angry and oppositional after the death of his own son and eventually went after those freed people causing many people to die…. but that’s not my point.  In 2012; God saw fit to bless me with becoming a homeowner, since that time my home has been hit by plagues of its own.  My “plagues” if you will; were spiders, I sprayed them out. Bumble bees; I killed and sprayed them out.  Slugs, I ignored them and avoided them in my yard, didn’t stay out late so I wouldn’t have to encounter them, so in my mind I pushed them out.  Mice in my house, tuckpointed them out, ants I ant bombed them out.  Darkness in my house, I prayed and saged that out.  I am hoping it doesn’t get to 10.   So, as I thought on these strange happenings, I prayed and asked what am I missing? What am I not being obedient in?

Then another thought crossed my mind, maybe it was just God’s way of reminding me of his existence.  Reminding me that I can still withstand some things and still persevere. Not just regular things but things that I am afraid of.  For example; I am afraid of spiders, terrified of bees and irritated by ants.  Yet, I got through it.  They have passed.  When the darkness came, I prayed and in my head constantly singing, “this little light of mine” because I do believe that within me is a light only certain people can see.  It is my goal is to keep on shining. The stress affected my house, but I refuse to succumb to it. I looked at my backyard and noticed spiderwebs everywhere, I looked up the meaning one states spiders are associated with words and communication.  The question came, who am I not communicating with? what thoughts or purposes am I not relating to others? What is it that I am missing?  I pray that I am no longer the receiver of various plagues.  I pray that I find the hidden message that I missing or again maybe it’s God way of reminding me of his existence.  Am I forgetting to thank him for every day that I am in the land of the living? For thanking him for every blessing that he’s bestowed upon me?   Maybe that was the lesson in all of this.

Just a thought be blessed