Friday, January 23, 2026




Deep insatiable itching. 

I don’t know how it is for you, but when I get a mosquito bite it itches a lot. It swells into a quarter sized round welt that is red and puffy. The center sometimes eventually turns dark like a bruise. No one else I know has a reaction to mosquito bites like this. But when I scratch them there is a moment of sweet relief. A spot in my brain is satisfied for a brief season. Sure, it’s still not a good idea. The scratching only creates more inflammation, swelling, and then also more itching. I try not to scratch them. 


After my freshman year of college I spent the summer in Osaka, Japan. And there I encountered something worse than mosquitoes. Tatami mat bugs. Tatami matting was the reed flooring in most apartments. You worked, socialized, and slept on cushions on the floor. Tatami mat bugs are invisible and live in some tatami mats and are something like bedbugs. Those bites itched like nothing I had ever experienced before. They weren’t swollen or puffy or even very red. They just itched. Deeply itched. And if you scratched them NOTHING HAPPENED. I didn’t realize how those few moments of relief were what made mosquito bites tolerable. Even a short break from the itching made it easier to go on. Even when I wasn’t scratching a mosquito bite, I knew that if I really needed it to stop, I could make that happen, however briefly. But tatami bugs never stopped itching. I eventually found a type of medicine that helped, but for several weeks I just endured. 


Thankfully, the itching from allergy shots is more like a mosquito bite. Sure, itchy, swollen, red welt. But the itching can be stopped. Benadryl cream works better for mosquito bites, but hydrocortisone cream is better for the shots. I bet there is a reason why that I could Google. But I’m trying to learn to be okay with uncertainty and the unknown. So I’m not searching for the answer… at least not right now. 


That wanting to know the answer, that’s a kind of itch too. A mental itch. I don’t know if you get bit by this bug like I do, but it’s one of the hardest ones for me not to scratch. I love to know. I love to learn. And while that can be beneficial, I can also end up on a distracted rabbit trail that prevents me from accomplishing any of the things that I have actually set out to accomplish. Focus, Colleen, focus! 


The trouble with most itching is that it is never truly satisfied. “The leech has two daughters, ‘Give! Give!’ they cry.” (Proverbs 30:15-16) This is the way temptation is. Sometimes we believe the lie that a little giving in will make the temptation go away, and it may provide some little relief. But it’s only going to come back itchier.  The giving in to temptation, even for a moment, will cause more inflammation later. You’ll discover increasing amounts of pain in the process. 


But not all itches are bad. Sometimes I feel an itch to tell people about Jesus. To share the goodness of God in my life. To go to Walmart and see who God brings to me to talk to. The call of God can also feel like an itch that needs scratched. But taking a few steps to follow that call, scratch that itch, doesn’t mean that it will go away. Instead, it may end up taking over more and more of your life. You may decide that one small act of loving your neighbor is easy enough, but eventually you’ll encounter the rest of your neighbors as well. And this is a good thing. You’ll discover increasing amounts of joy in the process. 


So today I pray, as we encounter mental and physical itching of many kinds, that we would know which ones we are called to scratch, which ones we should leave alone, and patience in the process. 


Today it’s my just my upper arms that itch. The shots aren’t as bad as they used to be now that I’m more than halfway through the buildup phase. Unfortunately, I don’t think the shots will improve my reactions to mosquito bites, but who knows! I bet I could Google search that, too. 

Friday, September 16, 2022

One Crazy Morning at ESL Class

     It was a hot and sticky morning. (That's like a dark and stormy night, right?)

     I arrived at the church where we hold English classes to find construction equipment and men all over the roof over where we normally hold classes. I had been warned that they were eventually going to begin fixing the roof, but since it had been expected for several months I had been lulled into complacency. Maybe they were just up there and we could still be in the rooms? 

     No. The noises from overhead were terrifying enough that I wasn't comfortable in the rooms, let alone my more sensitive and traumatized refugee women. As black debris began trickling through the ceiling tiles like the sand in a sinister hourglass I made my decision... we couldn't have classes in those rooms! 

     So I called my director, considered having class outside but it was 90 degrees and humid (see, there was a point to that first sentence!), and finally ended up setting up class in a nearby hallway. It wasn't ideal and it wasn't quiet, but it would do. 

     That was the first adventure of the day. You that would be crazy enough didn't you! 

     I rushed to test new incoming students, welcome ladies in, and direct them where to go (since it wasn't our normals space). Several volunteers were out for illness, other obligations, or hospitalization! Then, one student's husband ran into the fence damaging it. While dealing with that (he was very apologetic) the construction crew approached saying a car had been parked where they needed access and could it get moved right away, please? 

     My volunteers stepped in to greet at the doorway, give registration tests, find the driver of the car that needed moved, and combined classes to give every student a place to be.

     When classes were fully underway and all the testing had been finished, I went and found the room of kids, most of whom were crying. So I sat and held a few of them for the remaining class time and thought, yeah, some days are rough and just I want my mom, too. But we all survived and are doing well... even the one who was in the hospital!