Oh no, not again!?! Red ants all over the kitchen counter again this morning. Yes,I know—I’d left a pan soaking in the sink. And yesterday Ron waged another battle with the bukbok (wood borers) that infest the kitchen cupboard as well as the piano and a few other things. We inject more kerosene into the bukbok holes, scribble poison chalk on the ant trails, fill gaps with sealant and glue and occasionally (if all else fails) a quick squirt of insecticide which I react to. But before long they’re back again—doing more damage, making a nuisance of themselves.
I have joked that they’re like the Enemy of our souls, never giving up, always plaguing us, finding new ways to get at us, destroying and damaging. But it’s not really a joke. Even if I may think I have them licked, my pride, worry, laziness and critical spirit keep popping out in new ways. Oh, woe is me! When will ever be done battling these?
Someday I may live in a different place without red ants and bukbok, but there may be other pests and problems to plague me. I do know Jesus promised that in heaven there will be no destructive moths, rust or thieves! And there I will no longer battle the sinful nature in me that distrusts, disobeys and distresses.
I praise You, Father, that Your power is greater. Please seal those holes with Your presence, Your grace, Your greatness and holiness. Keep me vigilant; don’t let my guard slip and give the Enemy a foothold.