Posted prominently on the walls over the twins' cribs are the fabulous words of Cecil Alexander : "All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful: The Lord God made them all. Each little flower that opens, Each little bird that sings, He made their glowing colors, He made their tiny wings."
When I have the chance to just stop and think of how magnificent are the perfect workings of a human body, much less the rest of creation, I'm speechless and in awe. But, though God's creation is magnificent, there are several "great and small" creatures I could do without. Many send this farm-mama scampering for a hoe, a shotgun, or a good ole can of bug spray.
We're in a pretty serious drought right now in Louisiana. If I don't water every other day, the plants suffer, which means the animals (and bugs) suffer, too...and they start seeking out water, which just so happens to be plentiful inside my house. Like during most dry summers, I've been waiting for the ants to start marching one by one into my house.
And it's started.
This week, I've seen a spider by the tub and a wood ant in the windowsill, so with Amelia crawling, I've been on high alert. This afternoon, I thought I saw a shadow out the corner of my eye, but then Wyatt marched in the room (minus underwear again), and I forgot to go check.
Fast forward two hours, and I leave Amelia and Emerson on the kitchen rug to run Wyatt some bath water. When I come back, Amelia is perfectly happy, hand in her mouth. I thought she had found one of the Cheerios Wyatt dumped on the floor this afternoon.
Did I investigate?
Nope. Bad mommy.
On my second pass through the kitchen, I thought it odd that her hand was still in her mouth. This time I stopped to check.
It was a roach.
She had bitten it in half.
I'm rethinking those words stapled above her bed. It seems she's reading a little too much into Alexander's words. I'll have a chat with her tomorrow about roaches not really being a "wonderful" enough part of God's creation to eat.