Spider War: Day 2

After spending about 20 minutes on the front porch squishing and squishing the guts out of nasty spiders...I am pretty much nauseated and ready for a shower, because I am so sure that I missed one and it maliciously crawled up my pants or something and now it's biting me and spinning webs all inside my clothes.

After the shower:

I really hate spiders, and I think killing them is about as bad as letting them live. As if they know about my challenge, suddenly I am finding dozens of hairy spider sacs (spider eggs, if you will) hidden all around my porch and gutters. They are stockpiling their offspring, but now that I'm on to this little scheme...beware. If all else fails, I'm getting a chiuaua. They were originally bred in Mexico to be spider hunters. So, as often as I have made fun of these goofy, stupid, yipping kick dogs, I would now like to own one. The neighbors have pledged to help me hide it from my husband until he gets used to the idea. HE won't...I think it's because I call him Chiuaua man when he buzzes his chest hair in the summer. As weird as that is, I must respect his decision, because I have no clue what a hairy mane like that must do to body temperature. Just as he has no idea what bearing a child does to body temp (and sex drive) in the summer. Back to the mat...

The simplicity of the gospel...

Today I spent some time talking with a friend about quality time with God. How neither of us feel like we have enough, and here's the funny part. It's not because we just can't find spare time for God, it's that we feel guilty for not doing what we know we should be. How ridiculous. Like a marriage where the wife only spends time with her husband in painfully boring, short sessions all the while knowing she ought to love him or something. Why are they even married, those poor fools, we might wonder. Of course my relationship with God must be based on my desire for God. What I mean is, I can't love God unless I want to know Him. I can spend time with Him, but I must enjoy this time in order to genuinely portray love. God wants romance! He wants my heart. What makes me love Him more? The cross, of course. When I truly understand His great sarifice of love (that goes beyond anything my husband ever did), then I love Him madly, I love Him shamelessly, I yearn for His presence, for His touch. How often does Johnmark come home with me panting for his time and attention. It's been only 4 1/2 hours since I've seen him, and yet I can't wait for that little kiss and the loving gaze into my eyes when he says he's home. THAT is how I ought to desire Christ.

On another galaxy away subject. I am determined to kill all spiders in this house! The porch and garage count. This is my warning and my challenge...Spiders everywhere, listen up. You will be dead in 7 days or less. So pack your bags and kiss your loved ones good-bye. I hate you all and none of you will live. Including, and especially, you big hairy ones that keep buiilding webs over my front door. You will die a slow, agonizing death that I will rejoice in performing upon you. Mua ha ha ha ha!