Who would have thought those two things could belong in the same statement?
Many of my dear friends (if you are reading this you most likely are one of them) have heard me tell several of my roach stories, most of which are horrid, frightening and ludicrously funny. This one is different.
The other day, at the end of our family devotion time I had prayed for Nathan and asked God to give him oportunities to serve and to show love to others. We had barely said Amen when our phone rang - mind you, it was 6:30 am. It was our next door neighbor who has 3 little girls and whose husband had already left for work. She said that there was a large cockroach crawling on her wall, and though she was terribly embarrassed, was there anyone at our house who could help her?!?!????
Well my charming husband donned his armor and sword and rushed out to help. Ok, ok, he donned on his flip flops, grabbed the fly swatter and rushed out to help. My dear neighbor was ever so grateful, and I thanked her for being an answer to prayer. Or was it the roach? I am amazed at God's ability to take one of my greatest phobias and use it to answer a prayer request!
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