The Snake and the Mole


On a recent bike ride I stopped to take a breather at a bench on a path in a woodsy area. As I sat on this bench, meditating and tellingĀ  God my heart and mind are open to hear, I heard the brush moving behind me. And it wasn’t the sound a squirrel scampering around would make.

Drawn out of my meditation, and, I’ll admit, a bit frustrated, a looked behind to find the source of the ruckus. And there was a garden snake slithering out of a hollow log. I’m terrified of snakes. But this snake was far enough away that I felt no danger, and something (Someone) told me I just needed to sit and watch. The snake turned one way and then turned the other way, but a part of it stayed back in the log. And he kept shaking and trembling.

At first, and because I’m a proficient expert at animal behavior (ha), I thought he might be having a seizure. Then I realized his back half might be caught on something inside the log (which made a lot more sense than a snake seizure…). So I watched to see what would happen. Eventually, the snake was able to pull free. And I thought that was the end.

But it wasn’t. Attached to the back of the snake was a little mole who just wouldn’t let go. Finally the snake slithered up a weed and gravity did the rest.

That mole should have been the snake’s dinner. But sometimes things don’t happen the way we want or expect them to. When we surrender our lives to God, we submit to our inability to predict what will happen next. And when we listen to Him, He’ll almost always respond in an unexpected way.


Why so angry?

SomeonImagee recently asked me why I am such an angry person. Which was weird, because I don’t consider myself an angry person. Disagreeable? Yes. Opinionated? Absolutely.

The thing is, I don’t consider myself an angry person. But I do hold people to very high standards, especially those I have come to trust. So when that trust is broken, when I’ve been let down, I can’t help but feel angry. This isn’t to say I can’t forgive the person, I can forgive people. I just lack the ability to forget what they’ve done. And I think it has something to do with a keen sense of self preservation.

I believe strongly in The Golden Rule, and always have. Even when I was ignoring God.

Some people try to make me feel better about being let down by telling me a sin against me isn’t really a sin against me. It’s a sin against God. I’m sure you can understand why this wouldn’t make me feel any better. I don’t want people sinning against my God any more than I want people sinning against me.

But then I considered it like this. When someone sins against me, he or she is disobeying God. And while I know I’ve been betrayed and don’t feel good about it, I know God will always take care of me. He’ll even take care of me when I’m disobedient.

I think this helps me put the idea of praying for your enemies into perspective. God’s got my back. He’s got their backs as well. But He doesn’t forget, either.