John and Lisa's Blue Skies Blog – Soaring with God

We hardly ever have flies in our apartment.  Yesterday afternoon, I was unable to take a nap – even though I’d been up since 4:30AM to work my shift at the YMCA! – because I kept hearing a fly buzzing around behind the blinds at the head of the bed.  Just as I would begin to doze off…  buzz, buzz, buzz, accompanied by the sound of the fly’s body bouncing off the window.  I finally gave up.

John and I don’t kill flies.  We just wait for them to starve to death.  We know it’s just a matter of time – since they won’t be able to find any food in our place.

Last night, after John went to bed, I sat at the dining room table to complete my evening prayers.  And I had a visitor.  Somebody was hungry.  I watched the fly walking around the table, walking in tight circles.  I could tell it was weak and tired because it didn’t startle when I moved.  It just walked in circles, stopped to test the table surface with its proboscis, climbed onto my prayer-book and then back down to the table.  The prayer-book must have seemed like a mountain.  The fly stayed there on the table for quite a while.  Finally, it flew off.

This morning, I discovered the fly carcass on the carpet in the living room.  Seemed like I’d lost a dear companion.  After all, in fly time, I must have spent several weeks with that tiny winged creature.  The room is quiet now.