Prayer of a Mosquito

I hate seeing mosquitoes flying around in my house. They can bring in ailments that can really give you a problem, and itchiness is just among them. When I see them I wanna kill them pronto. But I don't know, by some reason God sometimes answers the prayer of a mosquito so that it escapes my attacks. My assaults are reduced to mere clapping in the air.

I wish God wouldn't save mosquitoes that get inside my house. I wish God would pay more attention to my prayers. If mosquitoes have the right to live and shouldn't be harmed, then by all means they should be out of my house, and probably I wouldn't bother them anymore. But the problem is, they're in my house, and when I try to get rid of them, God answers their prayers. I wish he would answer mine too more often.

I know my prayers are better answered than those of mosquitoes, but I don't get answered more often. I know that all things are "yes" in Christ, said Paul (if you're really in Christ you'd never get "no" for an answer from God) and I also know that getting a yes now doesn't mean God will give the answer also now. You may get a "yes" but the thing may be given later or after a 100 years like what happened to Abraham or may be given to your next generation.

Did you know that, that in Christ you'd never get "no" for an answer? It's always a yes. That's what Paul said to the Corinthians. It's not true that God sometimes says yes and sometimes says no. In Christ  there is no "no" answer. Jesus died for the "no" answer from God. In fact, God will give you even things that he knows will harm you later, even things you ask that will ruin your life. Just go back to the story of the Prodigal Son. He asked his father a foolish thing and the father gave it to him. But this takes maturity to understand. You cannot outsmart God and try to abuse this promise and think you can get away with the foolishness you wanted without suffering the consequences.

You know the consequences? "This son of mine was dead..."

I don't wanna end up dead later.

But anyway, asking God to help you kill a mosquito roaming inside your house is not something too complicated for him and neither is it foolish. It's for health's sake. I'm not going to squander wealth or womanize or get drunk. I need to kill the mosquito to protect my family from the harm it can do. So please, God, don't answer the prayer of a mosquito. It's not born again, is it? So you're not obligated to say "yes" to its prayer.

Do mosquitoes pray? My Jesus said stones would cry out for the Son of God if humans wouldn't. Creation moans to see the true sons of God revealed. So I believe creation also prays. Nothing is impossible with God. That's why I worship him as my God. But I wish he wouldn't answer the prayer of a mosquito.

What I ask from God are not too complicated. I ask him to get rid of sickness from my family, from my house. We don't just ask, we also observe his principles. So we take natural health supplements. The supplement, purple corn juice, is supposed to be very rich in Vitamin C and E according to clinical tests, and also rich in other nutrients. It's supposed to be powerful in preventing sickness and diseases and we take it regularly, but here are my kids, sick with the cold. My youngest is coughing, and we're bothered when he has that because he's susceptible to asthma and fever. There were times he had pneumonia which started from that. So, why does he still get the cold even if he takes the supplement daily? And my wife is supposed to get better with the supplement, too, for her Thalasemia, but she still feels weak and dizzy at times.

But I thank you God for the little progress I see in our health. At least, I don't easily catch cold and fever like I used to, I don't get palpitation attacks often, I feel lots stronger now, my doc was very happy to see me well the last check up, my wife has good improvements with her blood, my youngest do catches cold and cough but they don't lead to asthma, and my eldest is looking good, too and his latest blood test said he is healthy. All that is from my great and awesome God! So I praise you, Lord!

And I know that natural health supplements can sometimes take time to be in full effect. Like my apple cider. I used to wonder why it seemed to have no health effect on me. I started enjoying the health effects only after a year and a half of taking it. Probably it takes time to put our body system aright. But you see, God can do miracles. Why not a quick progress?

When I see a lot of wrong things in life and a lot of foolishness in life, that's when I hate life and ask, what kind of life is this? WHAT KIND OF LIFE IS THIS?

Oh please, bless me to the max, God! Don't just bless me piecemeal, a little today and a little tomorrow, and then allow troubles that always seem more than the blessings, although I am fully aware that God's blessings are definitely more, though often invisible to the naked eye, and less noticed. My wife and I have been suffering from lack too long, since we were young. Others get money so easily, even if they get it illegally, and they earn profits from using the money in business. Yeah, they may be punished later, but that's my point. They suffer only later, while we've been suffering for so long already. I mean, just look at our house and the cushion we sleep on, it's like something from the dumps, all ruined and the cotton all exposed and where all kinds of insects reside and bite us. Not to mention that the trash-cushion is laid on our wooden floor which is infested by termites--one wrong step on the floor and you'd go down through the gaping holes which are covered only by termite-ruined and thinned out plywood which looks more like cartons or cartolina now. We've been praying for help for years, to no avail. We still sleep in this kind of scenario.

And we've been praying for enough money so we can do our small business full-time and look after the ministry more full-time. I hate to solicit or beg. No church should beg. That's why I encourage my disciples to join me in our small business selling purple corn juice. Oh, I and my family also take apple cider vinegar regularly. And our health is blessed by God. I just wish God would do more. I know so well that he's so capable of doing more. That's my problem--I know God can do so much more and yet I see that he only does so much. Sometimes it feels like, yes, he's always there, but he just watches you, though you call out to him for help. He just stands there probably to see how much you can stand the pain. And then when help comes it comes in trickles. While the wicked get more than enough, even in bulks.

Why does it seem like that, God?

Nope, I don't envy the wicked. I know what their ends would be, as laid out in Scriptures--except if somewhere along their wickedness they suddenly know the Lord and get born again and saved. They've enjoyed their wickedness and now they enjoy salvation. Anyway, all I want is for God to really, really bless me. Not just a little here and there, but to bless me, and then guide me how to use the money. And so I won't have to depend on other people. For now I'm employed as a marketing director, but I don't want to be that all my life. I wanna quit soon and do the purple corn juice business full-time and concentrate on the ministry God gave me. Then, too, I can finish all the books I've been writing. Please God, help me! Help us! You're my only help. I don't rely on anything but you.

And how I wish you'd stop allowing my eldest son to suffer acne problems. I've had enough of them in my teenage, so please God, have mercy and spare him. Stop the acne now, God!

I know you should be easy to talk to, God. You understand all things. You know how we're suffering. I know suffering brings in virtues, but please God, bless us tremendously, too. Most times I get tired of suffering again. I already know you are God and that there is no one else, no one like you. I've had that lesson so many times, I don't forget. So please, no more of that stuff. I want something else, like for instance, having problems what to do with my growing discipleship ministry that seems unstoppable in its radical growth, or my business, or my money in the bank. Something like that. I want a new set of problems that will position me to help others who are suffering.

Help me God. And never again answer the prayer of a mosquito. Or else, when I see a mosquito escape safely again, that's when I hate life and think of what I think God should do. I know God knows what he should do and I don't have any right to tell him anything to that effect. Sorry God. Probably, all I can do is ask myself, what kind of life is this?