40 flies

It's finally the rainy season. That's good because with the rains come crops, which means people will have food to eat next year. Along with the rain comes flies. John went on a rampage yesterday killing flies in the kitchen. Guess how many flies he killed. . .over 40! I would have guessed there were 10 or maybe 15 flies sharing that kitchen with me. But not 40.

It occurs to me that my sins are a bit like the flies in my kitchen. At first I am repulsed by them. Then I get used to a few and they share space with me. Then little by little there are more and more that inhabit my life. Looks like I need to get out the fly swatter or the bug spray. . .