This morning I saw a mouse run across my kitchen floor. I literally heard the little scampering feet and looked up to see a little dark streak out of the corner of my eye.
My first reaction was to fuss at Dakota, who was not 6 feet from there, dozing while I did my Bible study. She should be reacting to this little invader. She surely reacts strongly enough to every random car and child on a bicycle that comes near the house.
Next, I stalked the little critter to see if I could tell where he had gone. Alas, no luck! I also had no shoes on, if he did run out at me. Yes, I would stomp him if I could. Bloodthirsty or no, he has invaded my territory and the gloves are off. He's going down!
So, I pulled out my box of mouse-eliminating paraphernalia. Oh, I have some of everything! Old fashioned, standard mousetraps, and glue traps of various shapes and sizes. (I don't do poison because of dogs and children.) They are now placed in some strategic locations.
Then I started looking for the why of the situation. Is there spilled food somewhere that I missed that is attracting him? I checked in the pantry and then headed to the garage. Sure enough, I found a ton of dog food on the floor behind the dog food container. Note to self: find a better way for the 5-year old to dip up the dog food. I cleaned up the dog food and went back to my Bible study.
I probably should have been more prepared, had my traps out already. It is fall and we have had some cooler days. Inevitably this time of year, some furry critter is foolish enough to try to find hospitality at the Wright house. And, inevitably, he never makes it out alive. I am determined here. I don't want those nasty creatures in my home, touching my stuff.
But am I this determined when it comes to keeping out the nastiest creature of all -- Satan?
Y'all, I had a whole blog post prepared for this morning. Reading back over it, it was a bit...whiny. I know that days like this come, that they are part of life here on this rock, especially in grief, but do I need to wallow in them?
I had been unprepared for the Creature scurrying in under cover of
night whispering yuckies in my ear...and he is the one who is in charge of the night! I should have
expected him. I should have been better prepared to handle the
situation, both before and after. That negative poison is no good for
me...and certainly is not good to spew out and pass on in this venue.
In my personal Bible study this morning, I was reading toward the end of the book of Nehemiah. The remnant who had returned rebuilt the wall in record time, and they praised God for that, but they still had some concerns...chiefly, their brothers and sisters still in captivity.
Know what they did? They spent time rereading to the assembly the Word of God and retelling the God story they had been given.
My God story over the past nearly-five years could fill a book...in fact, I hope to do just that.
God has been there, there, there! By recounting that story, remembering all the times He has taken care of me, held me up, saved me from the darkness that could envelope me...I can be free of it.
But it is all about choice.
I have to be prepared, then be ready to take action...away from Satan and toward God.
God can handle my bad days. After all, He knew they were coming. In His word, He says "in this world you will have trouble" (John 16:33). But He also says to take heart, for He has overcome the world.
So my whining will be replaced by rejoicing. It could be much worse than it is. Those negative thoughts, that whiny-ness serves no purpose. I can acknowledge the tough days to God and move on.
The ugly little thoughts are going down, just like the critter in my house. I am determined!
Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight. - Proverbs 3:5