I do not like mice.
They are sneaky, dirty, and just plain icky. They also seem to be unavoidable.
My son and I used to stay up some nights and watch a little television together. One night, after watching a favorite show, we headed back to get ready for bed. As we approached the end of the hall, I heard, “Mom. A mouse!” I looked, and sure enough, there came a mouse running down the hallway headed directly for us.
I squealed and we both scurried into the bathroom and shut the door. Great. We were trapped. I stood on the bathtub in case the disgusting creature decided to come under the door and join us. I told my son to look out the door. He looked at me, raised his eyebrows, and crinkled his forehead as if to say, “No can do.”
Calling for my husband, I realized he was obviously blissfully asleep. We began pounding on the door. No response. We pounded on the wall. Again, no response. Eventually I had to be the grown-up and open the door. I had to face my fears.
In my mind I know my actions were ridiculous that night. I mean, how much bigger and stronger am I than a mouse? It really had no power over me in the natural, but, yet, I allowed it to control me.
I’m so thankful that it’s the same with my daily life. Sometimes my anxieties get a hold of me. God reminds me that He is so much bigger than any doubt or fear. When I let God handle my problems, they suddenly diminish in their size and strength. Compared to God, they are just insignificant pests.
Joshua 1:9 KJV Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.