Maggots from Heaven

Posted on: July 08, 2014 Written by
Maggots from Heaven
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From out of nowhere, it suddenly materialized on my kitchen counter. A grub-like worm: fat, white, and moving faster than I would have ever believed possible.

“Eww, Mom! There’s another one!” It was evening, and I was preparing dinner, slicing vegetables while talking with our daughter and son who had just come home, sweaty and hungry, from a basketball clinic at school. Sure enough, there was another maggot. I snatched a paper towel and swept them up, making a beeline for the toilet to flush the vileness away.

As I walked back into the kitchen, a third one plopped down onto the counter. The three of us simultaneously looked up. Maggots dropping from the ceiling?!? This defied imagination—but there were no worms on the ceiling. As they continued to fall, we realized that they must be coming from the cabinets above. I braced myself, hopped on a chair, and yanked a cupboard door open, half-expecting to be buried in a landslide of squishy, squirmy invaders. 

But no, there were none. I peered through one cupboard after another. Nothing. Oh wait, there’s ONE. I dumped it into the biodegradable bin and returned to chopping onions, careful to first move out of the way of the falling worms.

Still the maggots kept dropping. They would plop onto the counter and make a desperate dash for the edge, where they would plummet to the floor and speed toward dark recesses, like under the oven. I caught most of them, but I knew we might be in trouble when they kept showing up after dinner. What were these despicable creatures doing in our house? They looked like ground-dwelling things—like what natives in the bush dig up for dinner when KFC is closed. Why on earth were they raining in my kitchen?

It was a full evening. Our daughters were scheduled to leave the next morning at the ridiculous hour of 3:45 for a service trip to another part of the island. I did not have much time to focus on the loathsome maggots before bed.

Following a fitful sleep, I got up at 3:15, checking first to confirm that the travelers were awake, then flipping on the light in the kitchen. Ugh! Eight or ten maggots crawled in the sink. Others wriggled under the dish rack, and yet more were snuggled with the moist dish rag at the sink’s edge. Who signed me up for this? I know it was not I.

I grabbed the paper towels again and went to work. After I cleared them all away, I located a roll of packing tape and stretched a long line of it across the base of the cabinets, blocking the narrow entryway by which these maggots were invading. What else could I do? Then I hugged my girls goodbye and went back to bed, hopeful that the worms would just go away.

By midday the next day I saw no more maggots. Relief. But where had they come from? I could not get away from the fact that they did not belong here; there must be some explanation. Putting two and two together, we remembered that a few days previously we had smelled an atrocious stench in the same area of the kitchen. A dead smell. We had searched but found nothing, finally realizing that it was probably some expired animal sandwiched in the space between the kitchen ceiling and the upstairs floor. The odor had mercifully gone away, but apparently not before flies had discovered the rotting carcass, laid their eggs, and produced a swarming mass of maggots, poised to storm our unsuspecting family.

I am pretty sure there must be spiritual applications to this story. Maybe as you read this they will pop out at you. However, for now I am going to simply give God thanks, and then try to forget the invasion. I may not understand everything He brings my way, but that is okay. It is not always about analyzing His design.

So I will just be thankful.

Why?

  • Because I do not have to eat maggots for dinner.
  • Because these disgusting worms make the ever-foraging ants in my kitchen look positively friendly.
  • Because I have a kitchen and a family and food and a roof…all gifts that far outweigh the inconvenience of a few maggots.
  • Because they have stopped falling, and the smell went away, and I do not normally have to live with such things.
  • But mostly, because God is good. All the time—even when I do not understand, and maggots are falling from heaven, and my house might soon be full of flies. It is okay. I give thanks that He is God, that He is in control, and that I can trust Him.

 

Still, please do not sign me up for any more critters…

 

©2014 Thrive.

 

Question to consider:  When you face trials, how do you get from a grumbling attitude to a thankful attitude?



About the author

Barbara lives in the Philippines where her family serves with SIL/Wycliffe Bible Translators, and she blogs a http://us5earthenvessels.blogspot.com

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  • melissa

    Wow! I had such a good laugh about this. Sorry it was at your expense though! Thanks for sharing and thanks for the great conclusions and praises that you listed. You are right God is good and trustworthy.

    • barbara rustine

      Thanks, Melissa! I can laugh about it now, too. 🙂 And I’m still reminding myself of His goodness…

  • Phyllis

    After 38 years in Haiti I have experienced invasions of termites, cockroaches, centipedes and yes, dead rodents smelling up the house. But you are right God is in control whether it be critters, family tragedies or spiritual oppression. We are in His hands!

    • barbara rustine

      Yes, Phyllis! We are in His hands…the safest place to be! If only I’d remember to always trust His good purpose, even when it brings trial.

  • Janette

    Yes, I can totally relate and had a similar experience after having rats in the ceiling and then the stench followed by maggots dropping in our room…including the bed! God got my attention! Listed in my Thousand Gifts….thank you Lord the rats are gone, and even these little creatures have a purpose.

    • barbara rustine

      Oh, Janette! Maggots in the bed?!? Ugh. That’s really disgusting.

      I remember one night when I woke to hear the rats scrabbling in our ceiling; it was so loud i thought THEY were going to drop into bed with me! 😆 That was the night I grabbed my pillow and slept on the couch in the living room while our outdoor cat peered curiously in at me through the window. I lay awake wondering why on earth she wasn’t doing her job of chasing those rats out of the ceiling. Why didn’t I rest in God’s goodness through His countless gifts instead?!?

  • Krista Besselman

    I shudder reading about this experience. Yuck! I will try, like you, to be more thankful that my normal invaders are “just” ants and an occasional lizard. I trust that if the Lord ever signs me up for something grosser He’ll give the grace I need to go with it!

    • barbara r

      Hi Krista! 🙂 Fun to ‘see’ you here!
      I pray your invaders will be small, and His grace will be great!
      blessings!