I live with mice: hamsters actually, but what’s the
difference? Essentially, they are well
fed vermin. Opossums are sometimes viewed
as vermin too, even though they are a lot bigger than hamsters. I saw my first live opossum on Friday. It was early, my hubby had left for work and I
was in the kitchen making my tea when I caught sight of something in the back
yard. Wondering if it was my neighbor’s
evil carpet duster dog**, I went outside to take a closer look. Checking the fence to see if the critter had
escaped, I realized the creature was walking strangely and scooted closer for a
closer look.
I backed up just as quickly when realized it was a large (if
not ginormous) opossum out for a stroll.
Not having met an opossum, I was unclear of the protocol of first
contact. I figured waving was a good start. Mr. Opossum ignored me. It was not the cross species encounter I
envisioned. Staring at him as he
sauntered across the moss I was struck with how weird looking he was. I can understand why people dislike them;
they aren’t the most handsome creature in the forest.
However, I was determined to love my new friend and chatted
with him as he walked away through the ravine.
I texted my girlfriend to brag on a new relationship and she cautioned
me that too much interaction with Mr. Opossum could mean the destruction of my
house. She is not as enamored with North
American marsupials as I. This was after
I suggested feeding him sweet potatoes. Though
I wouldn’t actually feed the fellow, she has good cause to worry considering
the whole mice issue.
When my youngest got up, she was thrilled to learn the woods
behind the house held a new animal. I
showed her the video I took and we marveled over Mr. Opossums’ shape and size. Taking to the internet, we had an impromptu
biology lesson and discussed if Possums were as menacing as their
reputation. We decided that they get a
lot of disapproval because they are ugly.
Life has a way of bringing you both beautiful and ugly experiences. The beautiful ones are like Reddit aww videos,
I love to watch them and bask in their loveliness. The ugly seem to me unredeemable and intended
to provoke outrage. Like opossum, I
approach them uncertainly, unsure how their ugliness could bring me benefit.
Last week I had the opportunity to talk to a woman who is in
the middle of trial by teenager. A kind
and devoted mother, she has to practice tough love in the face of rebellion and
rage. It is not easy. I asked her, “How is your heart? How are you managing to stay above the hurt
of it all?” Her answer was different, “Really
Karen, it can be so painful but when it is, I just encourage myself in the
Lord.” She said the entire phrase like
it was a pleasant verb, as if she were informing me she was going to eat
chocolate cake. It was striking.
If you are familiar with scripture you will recognize the
phrase from the story of David. I Samuel
30 tells the story of David’s men turning on him in bitter disappointment and proposing
to stone their leader. In response,
David strengthens himself in the Lord. As
a verb the word clearly implies an action, that of becoming strong, but what
does that physically look like? Getting on your knees and praying? Reciting
scripture out loud? Standing up to the
negative voices in your head by speaking truth?
My guess is yes, all of the above.
The vexing thing about growing stronger is that you have to
lift heavy things to gain strength. The problematic
part about overcoming trials is living with problems long enough to get to the
overcoming. It isn’t our natural
inclination to put ourselves in adverse circumstances in order to improve our
character. Though my friend didn’t say
it directly, there was a level of positive fellowship she was experiencing in
prayer through her trials. I felt a deep admiration for this woman and ashamed
of my own weakness. She looked at trials
as a means to spend time with the Lord; she dwelt in the negative but was able
to experience something positive in the pain of it all. I have no doubt that she is the type of
person that would view a hamster as a pet and not freeloading vermin. She would probably feed a possum a sweet
potato too… given the right circumstances.
There is much we can learn from these types of folk.
I do hope there is someone in your community my friend, from
whom you can glean a bit of wisdom: someone who can inspire/embarrass you into withstanding
trials with more grace. Perhaps pick up
a biography of someone who has overcome in order to see how, over time,
blessing can come from hardship.
I’m praying this week, that we might be able to find peace
in the face of pain. That by standing in
a place of hurt, we will be able to find moments of strength and learn that not
all ugly things are vermin to be eradicated.
Have a good week,
xoxKaren
PS. sorry for the lame video, by the time I met Possum, ran away from Possum and got my phone this is what was left.
***Yes, dogs are wonderful. Blah, blah, blah… this one has evil in its soul. Don’t be offended. If you met him you would agree.
***Yes, dogs are wonderful. Blah, blah, blah… this one has evil in its soul. Don’t be offended. If you met him you would agree.
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