I am really getting sick of bugs. I like to think I’m adventurous and pretty brave. I like to think I roll with the punches pretty well. I did move to Haiti, after all. But I have to admit to you that the bugs are really starting to get to me. ALL the bugs, not just the big ones.
Drew just woke up from a nightmare, and when I was taking him back to his room, I saw something crawling slowly in front of his door. My contacts were already out for the night, so I thought it was a small tarantula and called Rob (who was already sleeping) to come out and kill whatever it was. Well, it was a scorpion.
I am feeling discouraged tonight. We all have a new round of bug bites (mosquitoes or gnats or no-see-ums, I’m not sure). I can’t get away from the moths and beetles. The constant line of tiny, marching sugar ants in my kitchen doesn’t help either.
It’s really all part of life in Haiti. In general, I’m okay with that. Tonight, I wish I could escape from the bugs. Just give me 24 hours without bugs!
One thing I am sure of, is that we are in the right hands… God’s hands. Any number of things could have happened tonight with that scorpion. Drew or I could have stepped on it… I’m sure you can think of other scenarios. But we didn’t, in spite of the fact that I couldn’t see very well.
So while I am discouraged, I also feel protected. Protected by my God, who loves and cares about me and my family. I just need some prayer and encouragement.