The budding naturalist informed me that these pesky
insects are actually Asian lady beetles—I call them ladybugs. The little
storyteller decided to give them each the same name: Herbie. No matter what you
call them, they seem to enjoy spending time with me.
Sometimes I hear tiny wings flying around the bedroom
light fixture; ladybugs occasionally crawl on me and my things. Friday morning
I discovered a ladybug in my sock; thankfully, I had yet to don said sock. I
shook it out to no avail, upsetting her so much that she shared a scent that
smelled something like grass and gasoline.
How do I know these little ladies love me? They seek me
out to spend time with me. How does the Lord know that we love Him? We
regularly read His Word and pray, striving to live in the light.
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