For me – frogs. Frogs in my kitchen. Frogs in my food. Frogs in my mixing bowls. Frogs floating in my milk when I fix my Cheerios.

I imagine leaping out of bed after a frog glides across my face, landing awkwardly on another, hearing that one squish under my foot, and falling on top of a mound of their cousins. There I am, lying stunned on the floor, surrounded by slimy peepers. I’m surprised Alfred Hitchcock didn’t do a film featuring frogs.

Without argument, the death of the firstborn remains the most devastating plague. I’m thinking of only the first nine when considering my worst.

God’s creativity knows no bounds. When he wants our attention he finds infinite ways to shake us. I so hope the Lord doesn’t turn to frogs the next time I need awakened.

Exodus in week five of reading the Bible cover to cover.