3 Earwigs

It’s a hot summer night in January; the hot north wind rustles through the old gum trees.

8 years old, I cower under my imaginary tent made of thin cotton sheets, a place of safety in my bed- a perfect place for me to hide.
My room is new, bigger and brighter than the one before, it has soft pink painted walls, a princess dressing table and a matching pick & white wardrobe.
Between the dressing table and bed is an enormous double window. It is here I gallantly sit swinging my legs on the wide window sill. Like a pirate scanning the horizon with an eyeglass, I slowly survey far beyond the back fence and dream of the challenges that lie beyond.
Distant mountains not too far away are fertile ground for my vivid imagination of exploring the unknown.
But just outside the window is a near and present danger, frightening new creatures I’ve never seen before, ready to attack. Their name – Earwigs.
Earwigs are very scary; their name alone inflames my imagination. I imagine these tiny little creatures in the dark of night, crawling onto my pillow, then into my ear, to be forever lost inside my head. My heart pounds as I envision their tiny little pincers silently munching away at my brain.
Earwigs, why did God make Earwigs?
I hate earwigs.It only takes one earwig to plan an attack. My new home is infested by these three earwigs, which scurry in the dry red dirt just outside my window.
It’s now dark, the hot sun has gone down for the day, and I’m hiding under the sheets in my tent, too afraid to sleep because of the prevailing threat of Earwigs.
Jesus?
Jesus, please help me; I’m so scared.
Yes, Jesus can help me…