Lynne knew there was trouble in the bedroom when she woke up itchy and discovered a pattern of red marks on her lower leg and across her shoulders that looked suspiciously like the classic description of bedbug bites. As she had recently given up her bedroom to host relatives who had spent the night previous in a hotel in Toronto, a city notorious for bedbugs, it didn’t take Lynne long to put two and two together.

But now what? “Bedbugs multiply faster than rabbits,” says Lynne. She cringed at taking the troublesome, unhealthy and expensive course of action involving pesticides. So, Lynne decided to claim her status as a child of the King.

She began by navigating scripture, landing on Psalm 91, verses 5, 6 and 9 to 11: “You shall not be afraid of the terror by night, nor of the arrow that flies by day, nor of the pestilence that walks in darkness, nor of the destruction that lays waste at noonday….Because you have made the Lord, who is my refuge, even the Most High, your dwelling place, no evil shall befall you, nor shall any plague come near your dwelling; for He shall give His angels charge over you, to keep you in all your ways.” NKJV

Bedbugs definitely qualified as plague, just ask any Toronto hotel owner. And, her bedroom was assuredly her dwelling place. Lynne prayed these verses over her room and claimed the promises in them as her inheritance. The next morning, she woke with several bites, but not as many as the first night. She renewed her prayers. By the second morning the bugs were gone without a trace.

Lynne knows that she knows that she is a daughter of the King.