I walked out my front door and down the ramp infront of our house toward the motorcycle, I was headed over town to read a little bit at the park before supper. At the bottom of the ramp something caught my eye, a black spec came and attached itself to my leg and WAM! The wasp stuck it's stinger into my calf muscle. I grited me teeth and growled as I hobbled off swatting the side of my calf to get him off. I staggered over to the far side of the carport to check the damage and assess the situation. It was true, I had got stung by a wasp. What the crap? I wasn't doing anything wrong, nothing to bother it, just walked by it for the first time.
Just then Mom pulled in the driveway. I took some of the groceries and started telling her the story of how I just got stung. As she walked back up the ramp, myself following a sworm of them came out. I won't lie, I yelped a little like a little girl as I got stung 3 more times. I yelled to mom to just go, nearly tackling her up the ramp to push her ahead. "Go Go Go" I yelled, for Mom is allergic to bee stings. I hunched over up by the door and started counting the places where needle-like stinging was occurring. I got Mom in the door then it was game on.
You can only get stung by a wasps so many times before you wage war. Apparently, my number is 4. I armed myself with two fly-swatters from the kitchen and marched back out the front door on the war rampage. It was game time. It occurred to me that the vibrations of walking down the wooden ramp shook them loose and started the attack. I approached slowly, then pounded the next three steps on ramp, jumping down to the bottom both arms flailing like a trained ninja. Of which, I am not. One. Two. Three went down as I stepped back to reassess the enemies strong holding. Four. Five went down as I my eyes caught their movement.
I found their nest underneath the left hand guardrail. Two wasps still conniving as they crawled around the hive. Like a windmill of rapid fire flyswatters I was in there. Two more flew out and we began our dance of flying, swatting, dodging each other, and them going down. I knew one thing, I was bigger. I was faster, I was ticked and I had a much better chance of either hitting them or messing with the air around them so that their flight would be hindered and my foot would meet their landing on the ground. I dropped the hive to the ground and smashed it like a steamroller as I snapped one flyswatter in two and 3 swats later I broke the end of the other off. I quickly retrieved it and temporarily retreated to safety while I performed maintenance on my weapon, I put it back together and back into the war I went. I began the hunt for any other nests that could possibly harbor the enemy to my family. I was not about to let them get my family. I was on the war path. Two more wasps out and down. 3 Nests found and destroyed. I jumped the railing to chase one coward down. He met his maker, my swatter, and my foot.
I went back inside for a few minutes as all but two of the wasps were dead. The other two left like two fighter pilots escaping to plan their re-attack. As I went back outside, ignoring the throbbing and stinging of the pain in my legs from the attacks, I crouched down scouting out my opponent. One stomp on the edge of the ramp to trip their position and begin their attack, one came out. Like a crouching tiger and a hidden dragon I sprung forth whapping the wasp as I flew through the air. A quick land and spin move, afforded me the sight to see the last of the Mohicans on a bee-line towards me (pun intended). The sword was out and we were dancing two swats then he went off into the field. I chased him off. But retreat by the enemy is not victory. Death is the only victory, for he will always come back.
I walked down to get the mail and as I closed the lid, the sound of a fly by occurred, I ducked and swatted at the same time. No luck yet.
As I was fighting this off, I realizing that this is the battle against sin. It comes and attacks you whenever you are doing nothing to provoke it sometimes. In fact, I was going to read my Bible and out of the blue, the attack occurred. Frustrated I blew it off, but the next time there was multiple attacks. My pain was overcome by the concern for my mom, my family. Hurt me, yes. Hurt my family, Heck no. It war. Forgetting the pain caused by the sin, I overcame it and went on the warpath against this sin. I approached it quietly, drew it out and then attacked with everything in me. I knew I was bigger just like we know our God is bigger. Our God is greater and we do not have to take this. We will not be bullied out of where we are meant to be due to some sin in our life. I was not about to allow some little punk wasps stop me or my family from using our front door. I went on the hunt. Single-minded and forgetting everything else, I was on the hunt for anything that could and would damage my family. Why do I not do this with sin? Go on the hunt for it, not just fight it if it starts to bother me but in a mad furious rush attacking anything that could possibly do damage. Thwarting the opportunities for pain, not only did I kill the wasps themselves but I demolished where they stayed. No nests for sin will be staying around, not only the sin itself but anything that might allow that sin to make a home here again. Not only the first nest I found, but every nest in the area. Not just the one sin that has hurt us before in the past, but any possibly linked sin, any sin we find we demolish.
I was furious, not just chasing them off but killing them all. Retreat by the enemy is not the answer, death is the only victory for he will always come back. "Put to death all" Do not make them retreat, do not knock them out, do not put them to sleep, do not smack them down and let them squirm on the floor with the possibility to get up again. Smack them down, Stomp on them. Stomp multiple times. Hammer them down. Kill them. Put them to death so that he cannot come back to this place with more of his friends. Claim victory over him by the cross.
There is one who is left. One still out there. I chased him out into the yard then he flew into the meadow. I'm going back after him because I'm not satisfied with 11 of them dead. I'm not satisfied with the nests gone. I want every last wasp dead. This is purity. This is safety. This is protection for my family and this is putting everything that comes between me and God or God and my family to death because I will not live in fear. I will not live in panic. I will not live in unnecessary pain. I will not live hindered from what I want to do. I am free and I am at war.
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