“Not a man not a mouse, slips through the cracks.” Psalm 36:6
Before getting the boxes unpacked, we headed off for a weekend commitment in Iowa. I had Glen set a couple of mousetraps–just to make sure there no new intruders. After the weekend, Glen went directly to a work site, and I returned home. The first thing I did was check the mousetraps. That’s odd, I thought, I’m sure Glen set two traps in the kitchen. I found only one, still set, and I said a little prayer of thanks. Exhausted, I went to bed.
The next morning I went down to the basement, and the first thing I saw was a fat brown and white mouse straddling a trap. From a quick glance, it appeared to be just sitting there, as neither its body nor head were entrapped. Totally freaked out, I whirled around and headed back up the steps.
About that same time, the builder stopped to check to see how things were going. Grateful to have someone come to my rescue, I said, “Rob,” please go to the basement and check to see if the mouse sitting on the trap is dead.”
I stayed upstairs, and soon he yelled. “He’s stiff.”
“How did he die?” I asked. Bob replied, “You don’t want to know.”
The little mouse had been caught by his over-sized male parts and had dragged the trap under the door to the basement and down a flight of steps before dying. Surely, he was the mouse that roared!
God’s love for us is so wide, it is impossible to slip through the cracks, even with all the traps we get caught in.
Please, God, watch over me as I travel along my faith journey. Amen.