That's right, there is a mouse in my house, and I've named him Walter. To be honest, Walter although looks very cute kinda scares me. (Not surprising I know) I mean the little dude crawled right out in the middle my floor and tried to eat my pizza. (Yes I had a plate of pizza on the floor)
He also tried to hide out in my shoe, so I did what any sensible man would do, I threw pennies at him. Walter didn't respond well to the pennies, and apparently that's no way to catch a mouse.
As I was thinking about how Walter has taken control of my house, I realize the same thing is true about some of the junk in our lives. Although it can seem cute & harmless at times, it causes us to live in a way that God doesn't intend for us to live and robs us of our purpose and joy.
What are the things in our lives that no one knows about, and that hide out in the deep cabinets of our soul? What are the things that cause us to miss our purpose and joy?
Just something to think about...
Just some thoughts about a mouse...
1 comment:
This is a great post. And you're dead on here. The little stuff does run our lives.
And peanut butter will work, but I would put out a few traps for Walter.
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