Running In Unknown Territory

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bible reading challenge day 150

mouse about the minivan

Suburban living has its perks, no doubt, but I lived my life from birth to age 17 in a house on the hillside.  The country town where I grew up has a population of about 2,000, including the suburbs.  Only there they aren’t called “suburbs.”  They’re called “hollers.”  That means “hollow” for city folk.

As a suburbanite, I avoid that word altogether.

However, I like to think I’m a well-blended country-suburbanite.  I love the little house on my dad’s “farm” with its mismatched, if-we-like-it-it-stays attitude.  Truly it is a treasure to visit there; our family’s visit this past weekend was no different.  Tons of outdoor space for the kids to roam and romp.  They certainly love it; said they wanted to live there.  To which my mama head nod moved horizontally.

Especially after our first greeting was a bag of potato chips left on the table, nicely clipped, but eaten through by some small creature.

This creature graciously left excrement to prove that he had eaten more than his fair share of the chips.  And after staying the first night, Mr. Mouse was found in the closet by my husband the next day.  Upon discovering his presence there, we kept the door locked all day until my dad arrived with a trap, comforted that Country Mouse would not be going anywhere except mouse heaven or the great outdoors.

Country Mouse, however, had other ideas.  We found him that night in the kitchen, poking his head out of the toaster, once the children were asleep.  Comfort came when I realized that we would bid him adieu in the morning.

After spending a little extra time battening down the hatches, aka packing the minivan, I gave the little farm house a quick scrubdown and off we went.  A short stop at my dad’s house in town and one more at the gas station in the next town over, then the journey continued for many miles without stopping. Over half way through our five hour drive, we stopped for lunch at Wendy’s.

Suddenly while my husband was sitting in the driver’s seat with the door open, he felt something brush against his leg.   When he looked down, Country Mouse was quickly scurrying on the blacktop parking lot.

We think he must have decided to visit his cousin.

Or make a new life under the alibi “City Mouse.”

Regardless, I’m thrilled to report that his hitch-hiking escapade did not cause any serious damage.

Truthfully though, I am so glad that neither my husband, myself or our five youngest children had a clue that the mouse was in the van.  Because if you let your imagination loose for a few minutes, you can envision what it would have looked like for my dear husband to attempt to control a van full of screaming children…and a screaming wife… We had a designated journey and the mouse was simply taking the journey with us.  We’re just blessed that his exit was an easy one!

God has a plan for you.

 You may feel like you’re madly running in unknown territory, but the journey and destination God wants for your life is beyond your wildest mad running dreams.

running in the unknown

He loves you.

Enough to send a poor country mouse to our minivan,

so that I could remind you of the fact.

Yes. He really loves us.

And His plan is not haphazard.

Oh, it may feel like it at times, especially when we are the ones who blow it.

But He can use all things for our good when we love Him.

He really loves us.

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2 Comments

  1. Hi Rachel,

    I understand “mice” because I live in not the country, suburbs, or the city, but in a more wooded area just outside of town. I have had mice in our home and also a mouse in the car once and my husband figured out it lived in our glovebox. Whoda thunk? I would have never thought to look for the mouse in the glovebox. Until we figured where the mouse was hanging out, the mouse took many adventures with us. We never saw him, just his “evidence” of being in the car. (I still can’t quite understand how the mouse could move from the glovebox and then into the interior of the car. Needless to say, I am now diligent to make sure the kids crumbs from eating on trips in the car are well vacuumed.)

    Your mouse story is a descriptive and cute parallel for our life adventure in Jesus’ love for us. It is one I will remember. 🙂

    Blessings,

    Joanne

    1. Thanks so much for your comment, Joanne! A fellow mice queen- love you already. lol Isn’t that just crazy? Thank you for stopping by!

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