March 07, 2011

Monday Mish-Mash

I'm tired and haven't done this bloggy thing in a couple weeks so bare with me.  Hopefully yall are still out there!

I was planning on my blog being about vacation, but that's not going to happen today.  I promise that the details are forth coming, I just have another story I have to share with you.

Its about courage.



A few weeks ago Jay and I found evidence of a mouse in our kitchen.  Thankfully not the mouse itself just "thank you" gifts for providing it with something to nibble on.

Please hear me out.  I know this may sound silly, but I promise its worth sticking through.  (No pun intended.  Mouse.  Sticky.  Never mind.)

I cleaned my kitchen then went to the store for some traps.  After a week we still had nothing.  (I was sick most of that week or else I wouldn't have been content to do nothing else that long.)  When we left on vacation, my parents took over.  They baited the traps better than Jay & I had to no avail.

Mama & Daddy were on the job two weeks and nothing to show for it but a mouse with a new haircut.  When I got home, I bitched explained my frustration to my sister who recommended chocolate.  I explained that our parents had been trying for two weeks & they are the ultimate mouse experts.  I trusted their traps.

By Saturday I was in tears.  The only thing I got done all day was clean up after this varmit.  Then yesterday after church, I was driving to my parents house and it hit me again.  Sobbing I remembered a Psalm the pastor read about crying out to God and Him hearing.

So I did.  I prayed about a tiny little mouse.  I put it in His hands.  I asked for wisdom to know what to do.

At my grandparents house, my Papaw said something (seemingly random) that I thought about on the drive home.   When I mentioned seeking sanctuary upstairs, my Mamaw said "they can get up there too ya know."  Yes, but they weren't.

Papaw responded "Why would they bother to climb the stairs when they've got all the chocolate that they need in the kitchen?"

Then the light bulb went on.  As I got ready for bed, I pulled out a Hershey bar and gave it to Jay with specific instructions.  "Put a little of this on all the traps.  Then eat the rest.  We can't have them eating the bar for free - we wanna make him work for it."

So he did. 

And at 1 AM, while he was getting a late night snack, he hollered upstairs for me.  I'll spare you the gory details, but it worked.

Here are the facts:
  • I serve a God who loves me more than I can imagine.
  • I came to the end of my rope and cried out for help.
  • The problem was (at least in part) resolved.
  • I don't believe in coincidence.
Now I had a doubt in the back of my mind "what makes you think that God loves you more than that tiny little mouse."  I'm sure He loves the mouse, same as He loves all of his creation.  But I also know that He loved humans enough to send His only Son to die a horrible death to provide us with salvation.  I can't say the same for the rodent population.

I know some of you might think I'm cruel or inhumane.  Barbaric even.  I promise I'm not exaggerating when I say that I was about to snap.  Silly or not, I mentally couldn't take it any more.

Think what you will, unfollow if you must.  I know that I did what I had to do.

Of course this all begs the question - if He's faithful in the little things why do I have a hard time trusting Him with the big things??

Speaking of "coincidence" I found it quite fitting that there was a blog in my reader called "Trust me and take courage."


  1. We've had a little problem in our garage again. We've caught two ~ one in a trap & another on a glue board. Maybe that sounds inhumane, but I agree with you that God cares about US more than mice! And I WILL NOT TOLERATE THEM IN MY HOUSE! Yes, I yelled that so they will hear & either stay away or face death. It's their choice!

  2. I'm glad the situation came to it's conclusion. RIP little mouse.

  3. When ever you ask God he always provides. No matter how small or how big.

  4. God cares about everything in your life - big problems/little mice -all of it!

  5. This is why God sent me a cat! :) She doesn't allow a mouse within half a mile of the house. Unfortunately, she likes to share - so we find them lined up on the porch. Which I hate, but I'd hate the mice inside more.

  6. i'm glad it's all overwith for you!! I think that's why we have walls, to keep us in and them out! they might be cute but I don't wanna live with them!

  7. "...if He's faithful in the little things why do I have a hard time trusting Him with the big things??"

    This requires less anxiety and more prayer. At least, for me it does.

  8. i love this reminder that He really does care!


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