“Well, let’s talk about different treatment options, m’am, if that’s okay with you. Do you want to stand under that tree?” He pointed to the dogwood tree that was no longer in bloom.
“I think I need to sit down. Can we go inside?” I asked.
We turned toward the house, toward the damage, and walked inside. I took him into the living room and offered him a seat on the couch opposite of mine. It was hard to listen to what he was saying. In my mind I was wondering how I would tell Michael about the termites. How would we pay for it? How extensive was it? A million things were running through my mind.
“Okay, well, we have two different options,” Larry began. “We can treat the entire house for about $800 assuming you have the holes dug in the concrete already, which I think you might. Or, we can do a section of the house for about $250 to $300.”
“Um, ok,” I said still not comprehending it all.
Then, he looked at me intently and asked me this:
“M’am, can I change the subject?”
He paused, then said,
“Do you feel that you are sticking your finger in one hole to find water comin’ attcha from another hole? Then you stick your finger there and it comes out somewhere else?”
Tears welled up in my eyes as I lifted my heavy head at his words.
“Yes, I feel like that.”
“Well, this is what I believe the Lord wants to say to you today. He works all things together for good to those who love the Him and are called according to His purposes. I know you might not to be able to see it now, but He will work this out for your good. It’s a promise to you today.”
And with that, he went back in to the treatment option plans.
I was stunned.
I was trying so hard to hold back the flood of tears that was coming.
It was as if Jesus Christ himself had appeared to me in the form of a termite man and had spoken to me in terms outside earthly reasoning.
When he was done speaking, he got up to inspect the house further and to get the chemicals needed to kill what was left of the destructive insects.
I sat down on the red laminate floor, my face to the ground, and watched as the tears spilled onto the tile.