Viva la Miami! It was a weekend I had been looking forward to. One I had been praying to be fun, easy and memorable. With 8 girls from 8 different walks of life, it was sure to be overwhelming….
But it wasn’t overwhelming at all, not even in the slightest. The girls were amazing, entertaining and hilarious! Our days were full of laughter, good food, tans and polariod pictures.
The weekend ended on a great note and we packed our bags, and waited for our 5:30am pickup for the airport. I noticed a few bites along my arms and a couple on my legs. Thinking that they were mosquito bites, I paid little mind to them.
That was until we received a group text from the last girl in the hotel that read: “I just found a bed bug in the bed” with a picture to back up her findings.
My bites weren’t mosquito bites but bed bug bites. When I removed my jean jacket for security, my insecurity was heightened when my left arm was now visibly covered in 20+ bites.
Googling images and remedies didn’t ease my panic. Yet, I remained calm and scratch free as we set off for our 6 hour plane ride back to California.
A sense of hurry came over me as soon as we landed. Our shuttle ran late, my skin itched and my luggage slowly turned into a giant bed bug in my delusions.
I n e e d e d to get home.
When I arrived to my front door, I left everything outside, grabbed 3 garbage bags and emptied my suitcase belongings into them, and sealed my suitcase with the last bag. This would suffocate the unwanted hitchhikers.
I called the hotel, and let the first person to answer have it! When I say “it” I mean IT! I cussed like a sailor. And demanded like I was “somebody”. And then I felt horrible…
Why did I feel horrible? I didn’t ask for these bites… Wasn’t I entitled to a full refund, and more then a “we’ll take care of it tomorrow”.
The bed bugs had officially taken residency in my mind and I was not myself.
I took my anger to FB and got the response I needed to inflate my “I’m entitled to” attitude. And then you know what happened? God showed up.
One of my friends sent me a message that read something like this: “don’t let these bed bug bites rob you of the wonderful memories you created.” And I chose to ignore it. And for 5 days I was robbed of my memories and even said that the trip wasn’t worth the bites I got.
The amazing thing about grace and friendships/ marriage rooted in faith, is that you are always covered in love and prayers, without even asking for it or deserving it.
My sister in faith referenced Job and as much as I wanted to be angry at God, I actually ended up thanking Him. Why? Because as the devil tested my faith, God told him my faith would not waiver. And it didn’t. I repented my sins that rolled so easily off my tongue and told the devil he had no room in my head or heart and that God would and is healing me. Check out this similarity in the book of Job.
“Skin for skin!” Satan replied. “A man will give all he has for his own life. But now stretch out your hand and strike his flesh and bones, and he will surely curse you to your face.” The Lord said to Satan, “Very well, then, he is in your hands; but you must spare his life.” So Satan went out from the presence of the Lord and afflicted Job with painful sores from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head.
All in all I had over 60 bed bug bites from my earlobe and eyelid to the tips of my toes. Yet my God healed me. And my faith has been made stronger. I would do it again if it meant being intimate with God again.
I got more than memories from Miami, I got revelation that could have only come from the test of faith I endured.
The hotel ended up refunding our stay, paying for our dry cleaning bills and compensating us for lost wages due to this nasty encounter. And I laugh that the devil disguised himself as a pest for this test. He was suffocated in that bag with the others and that is more than enough to praise God for.