A Bug’s Demise

There are some roles in marriage that depend upon the strengths of the spouses and some roles that never change. 

For example, we have a friend whose wife does the finances. She’s a math teacher, loves numbers and is good at what she does. On the other hand, we know others where the husband keeps track of the finances because that’s what he’s good at.  

As a new bride I thought handling the finances was always the man’s job. 

But over the years I have seen that it doesn’t matter as much who does it, but that it gets done and that there is agreement in the marriage as to who oversees it and how the money is spent. The same may be true for other responsibilities. 

BUT there is one responsibility that is always my hubby’s.

In our house if there are any unwanted “guests” whether furry, dangling from webs or crawling on floors it is my hubby’s job to remove them. He gets to be the knight in shining armor saving this damsel in distress!!! 

Don’t get me wrong, I’m a tough girl!! I come from the inner-city of Chicago. I have faced gang-leaders, dodged bullets, and chased after robbers. But I do not kill bugs!!!! That has always been my hubby’s job…

Until today. 

I was in the front room walking into the kitchen when I saw this big, huge, colossal brown roach walking boldly across my floor!!!!

I reasoned, if I let him go, he’ll have babies and there will be more big, huge, colossal brown roaches walking across my floor. Alas, I was alone in the house. No hubby to call!!!!  And I had to take matters into my own hands!!!

I ran into the front room and grabbed one of my furry UGG slippers.

I walked calmly back into the kitchen, saying to myself…sorry buddy, you have the whole outside. But you are not welcome in my house!!!!

I lifted up my slipper and brought that big, huge, colossal brown roach to his demise. Not only that, but I did not leave the slipper on the kitchen floor for my hubby to pick up along with the now smushed roach. 

I did it myself. 

Whoa!!! What is going on here? I started laughing. I am so impressed with myself. I did something that I have feared doing all these years. 

I have overcome my bug-killing fears!!!

I’ve been pondering this week what it means to be an overcomer and the character it builds when we face our fears and weaknesses.  

I had watched one of those short reels of a dad helping his young son use a walker to step over a curb. The little boy was about 4 or 5 years old and had his legs in braces. It was extremely difficult for him to maneuver the walker and lift his legs at the same time. The dad was patient. He did not do it for him but spoke words of encouragement from the side. 

I got to thinking is our Heavenly Father like that?? 

Does He stand on the side and say, “Come on, give it a try. You can do it!!! I’m here to help if you need Me.” 

As I pondered why that little boy needed to overcome his fears, it gave me perspective. He needs to conquer those curbs to develop the strength he needs to navigate life.  He needs to be an overcomer!!!

Hmmm, If that little boy can be an overcomer, so can I. 

Okay, Father. Bug-killing down. What’s next? 

P.S. Is it okay if we don’t tell my husband??