Mice

I have had lots to write about, but have found the fall to be busier than summer.  Now that we are finished with school for Christmas, I am finding some free time to finish up some projects I started this summer.  I had to write about my mice encounter.  Sometimes my life can be just down right funny without my kids doing a thing.  In October, I finally got up the courage to finish going through the very last thing that Phil owned, his tool trailer.  For some reason this object has been the hardest.  I just parked it to the side at my house and tried to forget its existence.  On this particular day, I dropped the kids off with my mom and decided to tackle the job all alone.  I have found that sometimes you just need the time to be able to cry without anyone around if you feel the need.  I was rocking along great, and had taken something in the barn to put in the tack room.  As I entered, I saw a tiny mouse running for cover.  That's not good.  I followed the little varmint and decided that I better clean this room out and see how bad the problem was really.  Usually if you see one, there is a friend.  I started cleaning and found three more running for cover.  At this point, I got mad.  I thought this is all I need.  I looked in the corner and saw my daughter's pink bat.  I thought this will take care of them.  Sometimes getting mad about something totally takes over our common sense of judgement.  For the next five minutes, I tried to hit the mice.  I finally stopped after I realized they were too fast for me.  I am sure my horses thought, what is she doing in there.  I called the voice of reason, my mother, and she said to just put out some traps.  (That wasn't satisfying enough when you find that they are making a nest in your saddle.)  I did end up taking care of my problem, but did laugh out loud at how funny I probably looked trying to hit the mice with a bright pink bat.  

     Later that month, I thought about a lesson I should learn from having mice in my tack room.  As Christians and women, we tend to try and take care of problems as soon as they arrive.  I definitely have the "I'll fix it" mentality.  At that moment I really had to just stop and pray.  I have been just taking care of situations in my life instead of praying and letting God handle them.  I guess I needed mice to wake me up a little.  Isn't it funny what God can use to speak to His children.