Bedbugs are a sin.
There is a greater point, but for the purpose of clarity, I do believe bedbugs are of Satan.
During my struggle with malaria, my dear friend Heather was dealing with bedbugs in her house. She happened to be the only one of her roommates who remained in Kigali during the summer months, so the problem was hers to solve, with no help.
Heather and I spent the majority of our free time together during those months, so I was very familiar with her bedbug battle throughout that time. Honestly, I have no idea how I did not bring her bedbugs home with me over the summer. Sweet Heather would tell me all of her frustrations, fears, and paranoia concerning her bedbugs, and although I couldn’t relate to her feelings concerning that specific species, I had similar feelings concerning malaria.
As friends do, we comforted one another and helped to bring logic and reason into every emotional breakdown concerning insects of various sorts. I continued to heal from malaria, and Heather continued to fight her bedbugs.
Fast forward, shall we?
About one month ago, I went to Heather’s house to watch Grey’s Anatomy. I may live in Africa but you better believe I find ways to catch up on that show. Everything was normal while I was there, but the next morning I woke up with strange bites. My first thought was definitely not bedbugs, but when I woke up the next morning with twice as many, I realized it was possibly a problem. I reasoned with myself that I was okay, and that it was probably just a random insect. Even though I was telling myself it was okay, somewhere inside of me, I knew I needed to do something. I quickly separated all my clothes, called Heather, and let her examine my bites.
I was Bedbug Positive.
Because I had walked through the battle with Heather, I was very familiar with just how difficult a problem it is to solve. You literally have to strip everything down and cleanse every inch of your world, or else one missed bedbug will bring one hundred more back.
Now, I am the kind of person that does whatever practical thing needs to be done in order to solve a problem, but I analyze the situation over and over and over. I am a thinker, what can I say?
So I am driving through Kigali and processing the bedbug situation and I say to myself,
“Man, that came out of nowhere. I was fine one minute and then they just snuck up on me. They came like thieves in the middle of the night to steal my blood. And when I didn’t do something about it the very first night, it just got worse. So there they were dominating my life and eating away at me, and I was just getting right back into it. I was telling myself it was okay, when really, I knew it was not.”
Then I saw a lightbulb.
Bedbugs are just like sin.
Sin comes out of nowhere. It comes when we least expect it. We go about our lives, thinking we have it all together, and then Satan fools us and sneaks into our lives. He comes in the middle of the night, ready to steal from us. He tricks us and tells us everything is okay, and we step right back into sin, and it eats away at us even more. Somewhere, in the depth of our spirit, we know it is not okay, but we talk ourselves into believing it is no big deal. Eventually it consumes us, and we realize we cannot go on living with it in our lives.
Sneaky sneaky is the enemy.
We need to know the signs, be on guard, and be ready to take action when he comes at us. He wants to take from us that which does not belong to him and do it in such a way that we are confused and doubt our discernment.
Satan is like a bedbug.
I hate bedbugs.