Yesterday morning, chaos erupted in our home.
My wife was stung by a scorpion, just inches away from our baby’s bassinet.
She thought she’d stepped on broken glass. But when she looked down, it wasn’t glass, it was a scorpion. The kind that hides in the crevices of your home and waits until you’re barefoot and vulnerable.
Despite the pain, her mom instinct took over. She yelled for me while shielding our baby. I jumped up, hit a wall or two on the way, and lost my glasses in the process. I couldn’t see—but I could hear her panic.
She was screaming directions while I was on all fours, crawling across a carpet almost the exact color of the thing we were hunting. And then, I saw it.
And I didn’t just trap it.
I punched it. With a closed fist.
More than once.
That wasn’t about insects. That was righteous rage. That was the fire of a father, a steward, a protector whose home was invaded, whose family was hurt, and who would do whatever it took to make it right.
This wasn’t the first scorpion in our house. Last year, they showed up after we moved in. But we didn’t have a baby then. Now we do. And that changes everything.
I didn’t go to work today. I canceled everything. I drove to Lowe’s, bought three kinds of scorpion poison, and spent the day on my knees, spraying into every crack and crevice of this house. I went scorched earth on every hiding place they might think they own.
There Are Scorpions in the World
And I don’t just mean the kind that crawl.
There are spiritual scorpions, emotional scorpions, cultural scorpions. They slither into our homes through screens, whispers, half-truths, and unchecked moments of compromise.
They sting with:
Lies about identity, Addictions that numb and enslave, Bitterness that tears families apart, Messages that twist what God calls good, Voices that tell your kids they’re unworthy, unwanted, or unloved.
You might not see them until someone you love is hurting.
But by then, it’s too late to wish you’d gone to Lowe’s.
Stewardship is not just about providing, it’s about guarding.
It’s about being the one who watches the door. The one who doesn’t just react, but prepares. The one who makes it his business to know the enemy and block the path.
Sometimes we think of stewardship as passive; budgeting, planning, preserving.
But there’s a side of stewardship that looks like a war cry.
That’s the side I met today.
Go Punch the Scorpion
Today reminded me that there is no neutral ground.
Not in your home. Not in your habits. Not in your marriage.
If you’re not actively fighting for your family, something is creeping in.
So, I ask you:
What’s crawling through the cracks in your home? What are you tolerating that needs to be eliminated? What lies are whispering to your kids, your wife, or your own mind?
Go punch the scorpion.
Go to war for your family.
Declare scorched earth on the spiritual threats that hide in the corners of your life.
Refuse to be passive. Refuse to be blind.
Stewards don’t just manage what they’re given.
They protect it. Defend it. Purify it.
And if necessary, they bleed for it!
“Be sober-minded; be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion [or a scorpion], seeking someone to devour.” – 1 Peter 5:8
“If a son asks for an egg, will his father give him a scorpion?” – Luke 11:12 No. He’ll crush the scorpion under his heel.
Final Word
Fatherhood is sacred.
Stewardship is warfare.
Scorpions are real!!
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