Today marks 3 months of being cockroach free! That may seem like a small thing to some, but to me, it’s everything. I dislike cockroaches. To be honest, I have no idea how they benefit life on this planet, but God put them here for a reason. Even so, I do not like them in my room, not one single bit. My second day here, I walked in and saw one on my bathroom floor; it was my first time even seeing a cockroach. We had a staring contest for a while and then I went to get Noah. Lucky for the cockroach, he escaped back down the drain.
The next night I saw another one, AFTER putting drain catchers on the drains to keep them out. This time, I decided I would be brave and not bother Noah at eleven at night. It took me ten minutes to kill it. Know this – I hate hurting any living thing. I absolutely despise it. I am perfectly fine letting spiders have their corners but I draw the line at cockroaches (and ants). Still, I dislike killing them. Especially because they make that disgusting crunching sound.
So I tried the man-made way and it didn’t work. Surprise, surprise. Then I thought, “What am I doing? Why am I fooling around with drain catchers and shampoo when I can pray about it?”
Many people may think that this is a silly prayer, a waste of prayer. I don’t believe that any prayer is wasteful. I believe that all prayer (coming from the heart and with good intentions) is good prayer; God loves hearing them, he loves listening to us and responding. He’s the best listener of all time. And he’s proved that. I haven’t had a single cockroach since that second one.
Don’t get me wrong, God doesn’t always grant prayers favorably. He could decide tonight that cockroaches will serve a lesson in my life and I may wake up surrounded by them. Not something I want to happen, mind you.
God answers prayers as they fit into his schedule for our lives. So he has granted my prayer that he keeps the cockroaches away (for now) but didn’t fully grant my prayer for wifi in my room. Probably so I would get out instead of doing schoolwork in my room. He granted my prayer to study abroad but made me wait a year before letting me go. He didn’t grant my prayer to heal my Uncle Richard (but he’s in heaven now, watching down on us all and telling us how to fix the pipes or run the wires). God is a good, good father, but every father has to practice tough love every once in a while, no matter how much it may hurt them to do so.
The moral of the story: my room is cockroach free…for now.