That time I showered with a stink bug

That time I showered with a stink bug

Shower time is one of my favorite times of the day.  I literally get all my great ideas while taking a shower.
I wish I could invent an implant for my brain to record every thought I had while I’m in there.
Or maybe a waterproof notepad.
That’d work too…
Once I was settling in for about 7 minutes of hopefully uninterrupted time where I could gather my thoughts.
I turned around to grab the shampoo when something brown and moving caught my eye.
A stink bug.
stink bug
Those things are so pointless.
Other than to stink…and to make my girls scream bloody murder, I’ve yet to see a purpose for them.
I kept my eye on this little guy.  He’s on a suicide mission really. He thinks he’s going to horn in on MY shower time and live to tell his stinky friends about it?
Ah ah ah!  I don’t think so!
So I adjusted the shower head to see if I could drown him.
All that did was flip the jerk over on his back.
I squatted down watching to see what he was going to do next.
He was working hard.  Man was he flailing!  I had to give him an A for effort.  I was impressed at his resiliency, really.
Then I smelled the tell tale sign that he was feeling threatened.
I can’t even put my finger on what their stench is.
It’s awful.
And certainly NOT the aroma I was hoping for when I started my shower, that’s for sure.
At any rate, just when I was about to assassinate my new little non-friend, God spoke to me.
You’re using a stink bug God?  Really?
Just listen, Jill.  Will ya?
Annoyed, I let out a sigh.  “Okay…go.”
As soon as you turned on an outside threat and came against this stink bug he went into defensive mode.  A little like you do.
He thrashed, and kicked, and turned up his stink because he felt threatened.  You do the same thing. 

He’s wasting so much energy.  You do the same thing.
His situation is out of his control.  This stink bug is going to die at the hand of his threat.  Don’t do the same thing.
All I was really hoping for was a super hot shower with my new Vanilla Bean body wash.
But as usual, God is right.
I waste so much time and energy on situations that are out of my control.
I can’t help that some schmuck pulled out in front of me, nearly killing our entire family so he can be 2 seconds earlier than he was.
But I CAN control my response.  Because full out road raging on his sorry butt isn’t going to undo this decision or make him reconsider him ever doing it again.
I can’t control that Max sprung a project on me the morning it was due when he’s known about it for 6 weeks.
But I CAN control my response.  Because me going 0-psycho isn’t going to make the project appear.

As I was talking with Jason one afternoon while taking our lunch time walk together, we were talking about what we had been reading in our Bible time.  I told him I was reminded of something a visiting minister prayed over me the week before he and I were to be married.  It was Christmas, finals, and wedding week and I was a little frazzled.  While at this church service, I stood before the minister and he put his hands on my face only to withdraw them seconds later.  With my eyes closed, I heard him let out a huge breath and a “whew, girl.”  I opened my eyes to see him with a, “Really?  You’re a mess…” look on his face.  He said, “Before I go ANY further.  God told me to tell you two words.
“Be still.  I heard it as clear as I’ve ever heard a word from the Lord.  I don’t know what you have going on in your life right now, but He wants you to do nothing more.  Just Be Still.”
Oh boy.
Mail.  Checked.
I don’t know what you have going on in your life.
Broken relationships.
No relationships.
Take advice from a chronic mover and busy bee.
From someone who may have to get it tattooed on her body so she’ll remember it.
Every.  Stinking.  Day.
Oh, and a stink bug.
His thrashing and struggle was his demise.
Don’t let it be yours too.
Just take a step back, take a deep breath, and rest in the fact that all God wants you to do is to Be Still and know that HE is God.
He’s got whatever it is you don’t.


I’m a book-shelving, former tap dancer, wanna be writer, singer, and banjo player, mother of 4, wife of 1, follower of Christ, walking in the shadow of the Proverbs 31 woman and redeemed by the grace and love of an Almighty God… just living the dream.

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