And then there were ants...

I arrived home at 9:30 last night in a jolly mood, but as I climbed the stairs and rounded the corner, I was horrified to see a trail of ants making their way down the hall and into my bedroom. This was not just a lost sister and brother but a vast army. A very vast army!!

I thought it couldn't be! I had visions of ants in my pants... in my hair... in my bed...I was nearly dancing a jig just thinking about it. As I stood there gazing in disbelief and wringing my hands, I suddenly realized action was needed.

I bolted down the stairs and grabbed a can of Raid, rummaged in the drawer for ant traps and searched under the sink for the spray bottle of lemon juice. In a flash I was back upstairs armed to do battle.

Once again my mouth dropped open in surprise for the last of that vast army of ants was disappearing under the north door jam from whence they had come. I encouraged them in their hasty departure and then sprayed Raid to discourage their return. I went back to my bedroom to discover a lost ant on my bedspread. Not for long! I yanked back the covers and made a careful scrutiny of my sheets. No more ants were forthcoming, much to my relief.

The ants are diligent creatures and could be compared to the virtuous woman in Proverbs 31. That woman often sounds a little super human and I pass over that chapter thinking I'll never measure up. But this morning verse 25 came to mind, "...she can laugh at the days to come," and I realized that's me. I am laughing (here meaning free from anxiety and worry) because of the great God I have that is taking care of me every day. Ants or no ants - I have nothing to fear as I trust my God.