Sent: 9/5/2002 3:49 PM
We had a hornet's nest in our storage room just off the garage when I was growing up. Every summer, it would appear and grow, while its inhabitants sought to terrorize anyone that walked in the room to grab a shovel or the lawn mower or another stored item. It seemed that weekly, my dad would go in, knock the nest down, stomp on it, break out the Raid and kill all the hornets that he could. He hoped that he could make the room safe for us by simply eliminating the problem. Nevertheless, he could never kill ALL the hornets. For the next week we would see the nest begin to grow again, and before we knew it, our storage room once again buzzed with angry hornets guarding their position.
It was not until after a harsh cold winter blew into our town did the hornets stop terrorizing our storage room. That spring after, we were surprised to see an empty place where the hornets historically built their nests all the summers before. I found myself amazed by the experience. As I stared at the oddly quiet room I thought, "Dad couldn't do it, so it took God to rid us of those pests."
Have faith in God and
