Healed of wasp stings

My family went on a vacation to a cabin in the woods. It was a lovely little cabin in a beautiful location, but I was dismayed that as soon as we entered, we saw five wasps flying around, and later discovered many more. They were concentrated mostly in the loft where we had planned to have our son sleep. I usually like to catch insects and set them free outside, but this was becoming such a hassle that after the fourth wasp, I somewhat regretfully turned to just whacking them with a swatter.

As we approached bedtime, I found a few more, and I was quite upset when I stepped on one and it stung my foot. Then, at 3:00 in the morning I was awakened by my son crying because a wasp had stung him in his sleep. I was tired and angry at the wasps, and couldn’t really think of how to pray in that moment. In annoyance, I said to God, “What am I supposed to do? Is this a punishment for killing Your little wasp ideas?” Immediately, I heard this response: “What you’re supposed to do is love Me. Not love Me because of the wasps—or in spite of the wasps—or anything to do with anything else. Just love Me.”

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