The God of peace will soon crush Satan under your feet. The grace of our Lord Jesus be with you. Romans 16:20 (NIV)
Sandcastle Momma posted a really funny story on her blog about going to a meeting at her daughter’s school after a morning in the woods. Read it here:
I laughed at her situation, but when something similar happened to me this morning, I wasn’t so amused.
My car is infested with ants. Not menacing fire ants, but little black ones. I think they are looking for a dry spot to live. We have had grey skies and tons of rain for days now. When they found my car, they hit the mother load as there are ten years worth of french fries and chicken tender crumbs under the seats. Not only from children, but myself. Before gas prices rose so high, I practically lived in my car. I used my lunch hour to run errands and ate while I went. I value my husband’s opinion of me so try to clean the trash out at the end of every day, but I know that there are still many goodies to keep a colony of ants alive tucked between the seats. The ants were mostly under the floor mats and in the console. Lately, they are starting to take over and run all over the dashboard while I drive. At first, their activity gave me the creeps until I developed a live and let live attitude. As long as they didn’t mess with me, I wouldn’t mess with them though it is sometimes hard to concentrate on my driving as I get to watching them as they skitter along in front of me. For the most part, they stayed out of reach. Until today. I drove my car to a meeting at one of our museums. I was trying to concentrate as a long winded coworker droned on and on when I felt my scalp tingling. Now, it could have been a hot flash, but my skin wasn’t on fire. I discreetly scratched my head trying not let on that I might have dandruff. Then, I felt a tickle on my neck and something that was not sweat run down my back. I was getting worried when I saw an ant on my arm. It gave new meaning to the phrase “ants in my pants” as I started to squirm in my chair. Where else might they be? I found another on my leg before the meeting finally broke up, and I could get outside and pat myself down for critters. When I got back into the car, I told the ants that their fate was sealed. They had broken the pact of non violence. Funny thing, it was as though they could hear me. When I went to drive home at the end of the day, they were gone. Not one on the dashboard. None on the seats or floor. It made me think about Satan. The Bible calls him the roaring lion out to destroy us. But, sometimes, I think he wears us down through small irritations and annoyances. When we have finally had enough and call on God to banish him, he flees. Next time, I don’t think I will wait so long to get rid of the ants. I need to be more proactive about Satan’s tricks as well.