I don’t like spiders. Anyone who knows me, learns that pretty quickly. They just creep me out! Bugs are fine. Snakes are okay. But spiders — don’t like ’em. My skins crawling right now as I even think about them.
So, 8 years ago when Sandy and I wrote to tell our leaders that we were willing to be considered for an overseas appointment, I didn’t think about spiders. I thought about exciting new foods. I thought about meeting people, and seeing The Salvation Army in a new light. I thought about working in maybe harsher conditions than we’re used to. But I didn’t think about spiders.
Then last fall, we were asked if we would consider taking appointments in Papua New Guinea. We asked, “Um … can we take a couple of days?” We talked, we prayed, we went to Google to see what on earth we might be in for. It looked exciting. Beautiful! Adventurous.
… and then there were the tarantulas!
I can’t help but think that God would have a little, sly grin on His face right now.
He says, “Okay, Curtiss … you’ve trusted me for years with all sorts of big things in your life. Here’s just a little thing. Trust me?”
When we said “yes” to God, there were all sorts of things for us to worry about. There are family concerns — our first grandchild, kids going to The Salvation Army’s training college for officers, parents who can’t get by without us (okay, we have siblings who are taking care of that, but still …), our own plans for life. And now God says, “Trust me in the little things, Curtiss.”
Tarantulas may be little to You, God, but to me, they’re gynormous!
Just maybe I’ll end up with one for a pet!