I’m not very friendly with bugs and I’ll always wish that God had not created them at all. Yeah I know they exist for a reason and eat bacteria and what not, but why exist at all?

I hit the bed a little after midnight and woke up by a buzzing sound echoing through my right ear. I looked at the time and it’s been a little less than two hours. As the itchiness kicked in throughout my body, I realized a mosquito had raped me while I was trying to sleep peacefully. Should I open my door and hope that it’ll go bug someone else in my family? Not a good idea. So here I am in the middle of the night, sitting on my chair with my eyes half opened, awaiting for the mosquito to get on me again, great. It landed on me twice, and I missed it twice, only irritating me even more. I tried turning on the fan to the max and see where this little insect is hiding, and aha it was under my desk. To those who believe that bugs should be set free without killing it, I’m sorry, I could not help but to slam it as hard as I could with my hand and there it goes, splat!

After washing my hands in satisfaction, I lied down again and thought of how this one little thing incomparable to me in size was able to wake me up after numerous blood suction. Was it not happy with one sting on my arm? It sure is one persistent mosquito. The opposite relates to my spiritual life well. I’d attempt to evangelize once and if  I’m rejected, I back off and move on. There’s absolutely no persistence in me, not even that of a worthless mosquito that I killed. I think a lot of Christians today lack in this way too. I suppose trying once is better than none, yet if I barely invest any effort and time in one subject, how am I expecting to see a result? Persistence ftw!