Oh, how I wanted a new piano! Many years I had longed for one. My husband, Ed,
knew of my desire and one day said,” Let’s go look for a piano!” The day had finally
come! I picked out a very pretty piano that sounded so pretty, not knowing all the
misery it held for my family and me.
I waited impatiently for the delivery truck and was ecstatic when it finally arrived! The
delivery men brought my brand new piano into the living room and put it in a place that
seemed to just be made for it.
I called family, friends, and neighbors to come look at my prized possession, and
sampled the keyboard for the rest of the day. I was so happy! I had a wonderful
husband, a beautiful daughter, close family and friends. And now a new piano. God
had blessed me so!
That very first night, as I sat and admired my lovely piano, I thought I saw something
crawling on it. I jumped up and ran to inspect it. There was a roach crawling on my
new piano! How could this be? I was stunned and sickened. I managed to smash the
insect and then satisfied that all was well, went back to relishing in my husband’s
The next day I again enjoyed my piano, playing it, looking at it, letting my three-year old
daughter ‘play’ it. What a wonderful addition to our small, cozy home.
That evening while sitting on the couch, I once more caught sight of small movements
on the piano. Running to see, I discovered to roaches! My stomach flipped over,
making me sick. There was no denying it. My brand new piano, my husband’s gift
bought with his love and hard earned money, was actually a Trojan horse. Hiding a
whole army of unbridled torment.
For three years we worked diligently to try and rid our home of those filthy creatures.
We purchased everything the stores and TV commercials offered. We used aerosol
sprays, foams, liquid defoggers, smoke defoggers, powders, sticky “hotels,” an
ultrasound beeping machine (which they loved), and nothing worked. We called
professionals and they sprayed, powdered, pelleted, and defogged for a year, to no
I became so depressed. The bugs were everywhere! Night and even day! When I
cooked they came out in force, drawn by the warmth and good smells. I had to keep
everything on the stove covered so they wouldn’t ‘drop in’ from the ceiling!
When I kneeled on the floor to pray they would get on me. I’d wake up screaming in
the night because they would crawl on me and bite. I was so very sick inside.
I stopped inviting anyone to our home for fear they would see roaches everywhere. I
didn’t want people to see my ‘shame,’ my embarrassment. Katie couldn’t even have
friends over and certainly not to spend the night! Though we had tried all we knew to
try, we still had roaches!
I used the poison sprays constantly, getting up in the middle of the night to do battle. I
sprayed until my arms and hands would go numb. Then I’d have to give up spraying for
a week or so until feeling returned to my limbs. And then I’d spray some more. I just
kept hoping that the next solution would be the one to work.
I cried out to God continuously for a miracle. My husband watched, not knowing what
to do, as I deteriorated to an almost helpless condition. I shuddered and shook from
the inside out and cried continuously day and night.
We had no recourse, we had used all science could give us. I had no hope left, and
could not bear to go on. That may seem drastic to some over a “bug problem,” but
having lived in it for so long, that is where I had come to. Any spot you set your eyes,
day or night, you’d see roaches, They would rest on door posts and watch me! Our
home, once a haven from the world, had become a house of horror.
I had faced other hard things in life, but never had I felt like this. With every bit of my
being I knew with absolute certainty, that I could not go on. Either the roaches would
go, I would lose my mind, or I would die. I can not begin to explain how much I felt that
I was near the breaking point. I was in a dark place and could see no way of escape.
At this point I finally confided in two friends and rather than being disgusted at my
shameful circumstances, they cried with me, hugged me and prayed with me. How I
appreciated that Christian love, and the way they ministered to me.
Soon after my confession, I quit begging God to get rid of the roaches and I started
praying in a different way. I began telling the Lord that regardless of my circumstances,
that is, if I had to live with roaches till I died, it didn’t matter. Because He was still
worthy of praise. That finally soaked through my thick skull -- no matter what I had to
endure, God was worthy of my praise! “I will praise You, Lord, regardless of what I feel,
because You are worthy!”
A few days later my neighbor gave me a recipe she’d found for roaches. We had spent
hundreds of dollars over the last three years to get rid of these bugs and nothing had
worked. But I was willing to try anything. Out of mostly household items, I made the
recipe for a total of $3.50. I put it out around the house and within three weeks the
majority of roaches were dead. Within six weeks they were all gone! Hallelujah!
I learned many things through this ordeal. God is worthy -- no matter what. And He is
faithful as stated in 1 Corinthians 10:13. When I was at the point of losing my mind,
hoping my home would burn, and wanting to die, I finally quit trying to do it all alone and
handed it over to Him. He was faithful and made the way of escape that I could bear it.
He is worthy of ALL our praise!
The title caught my eye immediately. I've spent most of my life in South America so roaches and I are close "friends". Good testimony - sometimes it's the "little" things that test our faith the farthest. One tiny suggestion - in your first paragraph you have a pretty piano that sounded pretty - change one of those "prettys" just for variety. Good one.