All Creatures of our God and King

I'm afraid of our basement.

Let me rephrase. I'm afraid of the SPIDERS in our basement. There are just so many. But only having two bedrooms upstairs in our house means I need the space down there to work on projects or store stuff and other things.

Recently I've been doing more art and it disrupts our living room or dining room too much for me to work on paintings in those spaces.

Which means it was time.

Time to get over the fear of spiders (it wouldn't be so bad if I just saw one here or there, but they collect and there are several of them along all the perimeters and in the corners and crawling out of boxes when I open them up.... oh, ugh. even the thought).

I knew getting over my fear wouldn't be easy and so I called for help, prayer style. Heavenly Father loves me. He wants me to be happy. Spiders don't make me happy. He'll help me. I prayed at length about how it would be wonderful if all the spiders could just disappear all together and find another place to live. But if not, I'd settle for just not being able to see them (lurking in the opposite corner of where I'm working.. I can handle that, right?).

As I stood up from my prayer, I found a certain hymn playing in my head:

All creatures of our God and King,
Lift up your voice and with us sing,
Alleluia! Alleluia!

Was that the answer to my prayer? Heavenly Father wants me to sing with the spiders? So I can gain a testimony of all of His creations? There must be a reason why when He created "everything which creepeth" he called them "good", right? (Moses 2:25)


You can't tell me God doesn't have a sense of humor.


(it makes me laugh just picturing my creeped out self opening boxes, "ALLELUIA! ALLELUIA! Thou burning sun with golden beam!...")