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
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.
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."