don't scratch the itch

and on what day did God create mosquitoes?

here is a re-post from the 2010 archives 

because I'm too busy trying not to scratch 

to concentrate on writing at the moment:

My thoughts are scattered, I submit them to the Lord

I praise Him for this day as the sun burns its way through the clouds

just as I have praised Him through the rains that yet threaten to continue

But He is God, in all things, of all things, through all things.

All things.. yes, that must include the mosquitoes

inescapable in this the wettest season we've seen in years

seeming as large as the hummingbirds that hover

fighting for spots around the feeders we provide

I must coat myself in repellents or choose the safety of the indoors

where I watch as they seem to taunt me from the window screens

but.. He is God.. of all things, yes,

even when, particularly when, I cannot comprehend His reasoning.

Okay Lord, I'm not complaining, really,

it's not me You hear, it's the whine of the dreaded insect

as I slap it dead against my bare skin, awaiting the welt that will rise,

repeating to myself, "this is a test, this is only a test...."

At last, I have thought of one benefit of the noxious pests..

they make me forget about the wood ticks.

For from Him and through Him and to Him are all things. 

[For all things originate with Him and come from Him; 

all things live through Him, 

and all things center in and tend to consummate and to end in Him.] 

To Him be glory forever! Amen (so be it). 

Romans 11:36 Amplified