My husband is an exterminator by trade, a minister at heart. Through some difficult circumstances, he is not in vocational ministry right now, but is instead killing bugs for a living. He struggles a lot with this, feeling as if he’s not doing anything worthwhile, not fulfilling his life’s purpose. One difficult aspect of his job is the lack of time he gets to spend with his family. Last week, we were talking about the possibility of his having that Saturday off work. I said to my four year old, “Abigail, wouldn’t it be great if Daddy didn’t go to work on Saturday and got to stay home and do fun stuff with us instead?” She looked up with a horrified expression on her face, and exclaimed, “No!! Daddy can’t stay home! He has to go to work! The people need their bugs killed!!” Just like that, he realized that he had achieved hero status in this (hopefully) temporary job that he does not like and that does not feel purposeful. To any four year old girl, bugs are the enemy, and her daddy kills bugs. What a cool dad she has! He is on the front lines, fighting the stuff of nightmares. Thank you, Abigail, for the reminder. This season does have purpose. He can kill bugs for the glory of God.