I’ll never forget the trouble, the utter lostness, the taste of ashes, the poison I’ve swallowed. I remember it all—oh, how well I remember— the feeling of hitting the bottom. But there’s one other thing I remember, and remembering, I keep a grip on hope: God’s loyal love couldn’t have run out, his merciful love couldn’t have dried up. They’re created new every morning. How great your faithfulness! I’m sticking with God (I say it over and over). He’s all I’ve got left. Lamentations 3;19-24 (The Message)
Thanks to Girl Scouts and my ignorant use of moss found on the ground to stuff my “Sit Upon”, I know all about chiggers or as I called them when a girl, “Red Bugs.” That was forty years ago and the “treatment” then, was clear nail polish on the bites which I now know is not effective. I thought surely in all these years, someone must have invented a cure for chigger bites and thanks to an anonymous poster, I learned about Chiggerex. That has been the only thing that gave us any relief in the nine days since we were first exposed to the chiggers. It is made on the other side of Florida in Daytona Beach, but still hard to find in our area. Despite it, we have been miserable. The little bites have turned to two or three inch welts that look like giant hives with the red raised place resembling a burn and a yellowish white ring around it. In the center of each welt is a hard knot that looks like a pimple but has nothing in it. They itch like nothing I have ever had before. Itching that is so intense you can’t think of anything else. Today, I was driving my car to meeting with one hand on the steering wheel and the other ferociously rubbing the back of my knee. I have bumps behind my knees, on my legs and feet and on my stomach, back, neck and arms. I even have them under my arms. I have been taking Benadryl orally and using Chiggerex on my skin, but that only gives temporary relief, and all the medications say not to use them longer than a week without consulting a doctor. So, today, I broke down and called my allergist for help. His nurse took the message and said she would call me back after she talked to him. When she did, she confided he was on vacation and she had had to wait for his daily call to check in. He said that the only remedy for help was prednisone and told the nurse to call in prescriptions for both me and for husband. Then, he told her to tell me that he was in North Carolina and could emphasize with how I felt. He had five chigger bites himself! The medicine is giving me some relief though I expect it will be a couple of days before my skin gets back to normal. I think my doctor’s understanding helps almost as much. Sometimes in life, it is the constant pull of the little things that drag us down. When the big crises in life come around, we know that we can’t get through them alone and seek help from God. But, we often feel embarrassed to take those smaller, everyday routine pressures and difficulties to Him, too. No matter the degree of the problem’s difficulty, He understands and is ready and able to help us in our time of need.