‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house not a creature was stirring not even a mouse — except in my house. Cause in my house the mice were stirring, and eating, and working overtime to destroy my pantry. You see, I have an extra pantry. This is the place where I keep my extra lunch treats and backup food supplies, and yes, I’m in this pantry daily. At least that was the situation up until just before Christmas break. I had gone looking for brownie mix in this pantry, hoping to finish my Christmas baking .
When I looked inside, I was a bit surprised, because there was a mess hiding behind the doors. Yes, the mice were definitely stirring. There were chocolate chips scattered on every shelf. Coconut flakes looking as pretty as freshly fallen snow. A lovely dusting of pancake mix. The goldfish crackers were ‘swimming’ throughout. The apples had teeth marks in them, and the box of Rice Krispie snacks was devoured one square corner at a time. Luckily for me, the granola bars and fruit snacks were left untouched.
This is not the kind of experience one looks for even when this is considered the norm for country folk. And it will not help trying to convince myself that this is one of the worst years for mice in awhile. Still, I often wonder how it has to be the house that gets mice! Or, how it is that when the mice were openly destroying my pantry, not ONE OF THE FOUR cats that were living in my house even noticed! Or, how my dogs will bark if someone ventures near a bag of chips but failed to budge when the mice ripped and tore bags apart, spilling packages full of food all over the place? (lol)
Now I can honestly say the traps are set so that these outside animals can finally find their natural habitat once again. One thing is for sure. Their nightlife is certainly not in my home.
As I thought about this situation further, I also questioned whether crazy moments such as these can be considered blessings, (or not) and this is what I found. I discovered that I still had more than enough Parmesan cheese to garnish the salad, so that was a bonus. The big family dinner I was making turned out to be a success. The company laughed heartily about my fiasco with mice. And even in the midst of chaos, my house still managed to get cleaned for guests, — even though the last thing I needed to be doing was to be re-bagging salvageable goods. And from the comments I heard, the dessert was scrumptious
Yes, Christmas is never perfect, but rather a time when people come together to worship the Lord Jesus — who is both Lord and Christ. In this regard, I might even invite them fuller than full mice to sing along too (lol)
Scripture for the Day: “Do all things without murmurings and disputing, that ye may be blameless and harmless, the sons of God, without rebuke, in the midst of a crooked and perverse nation, among whom ye shine as lights in the world… (Philiippians 2:14-15)