April 30, 2020
April 30, 2020, 5:00 PM


The Merriam-Webster Dictionary definition of an earwig is “Any of numerous insects (order Dermaptera) having slender many-jointed antennae and a pair of cerci resembling forceps at the end of the body.” It’s also slang for a song lyric that you can’t get out of your head.

  1. not had to deal with an earwig since my three-year old grandson taught me “Baby Shark.” Until last week. I just could not get this lyric out of my head: “O to grace how great a debtor daily I’m constrained to be! / Let thy goodness, like a fetter, bind my wandering heart to thee. / Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, prone to leave the God I love; / who to rescue me from danger interposed his precious blood.” Longtime singing Methodists will recognize that as a confluence of verses 3 and 2 of “Come Thou Fount” (words by Robert Robinson, based on 1 Samuel 7:12).

The earwig lasted for hours. It was aggravating even though I love that song! But the reason it was so annoying was because God was telling me something I did not want to hear. I AM getting restless. I’m not accustomed to being home every day. I’m certainly not happy being separated from my children and grandchildren (7weeks, today). I miss seeing all of you, too. And preaching to a 3-inch by 6-inch smart phone is the PITS. And God said, “Yes. So what?”

Count on the Lord to be particularly honest.

The Covid19 virus has no cure and few effective treatments. Young and old have died. Young and old have recovered. New symptoms are still being discovered. Doctors don’t know if those who recover from this corona virus will have immunity; remember, this is the same virus family as a cold. How many colds have you had in your life? People who study medical mysteries seem to agree that what we do NOT know about this virus is much greater that what we do. So caution is a prudent course.

Yet I still want to kiss and hug my little germ factories (also known as Harper and Oliver) and my grown children so tightly, that they tell me they can’t breathe. But I cannot. So I will not. God reminded me that this is a matter of faith. God has blessed some people with the gift of healing, and those people are working night and day to care for those who are ill, and to find a cure. I don’t have the gift of healing so I can’t do anything to help them. Except pray. So that is what I do. And I must be on the right path because I’ve got another earwig!

“What have I to dread, what have I to fear, leaning on the everlasting arms? / I have blessed peace with my Lord so near, leaning on the everlasting arms. / Leaning (on Jesus), Leaning (on Jesus), safe and secure from all alarms; / Leaning (on Jesus), Leaning (on Jesus), Leaning on the everlasting arms!” aaahhhh…….



Dr. Ann Hitt


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“Leaning on the Everlasting Arms” words by Elisha A. Hoffman, 1887

(based on Deuteronomy 33:27)