K L Greenwalt

Penned In His Image - Discovering Our Unique Story

Just A Saga of The Second Chance Mouse

What a way to start the day. Like most of you, I have a morning routine. But on this beautiful spring Wednesday it got turned on its head in a hurry.

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It started out, as usual, waking to birds singing outside my bedroom window. Spending the first five minutes with God before my feet hit the floor.

What typically happens next is, I Iet the dogs out and feed them before sitting down for an extended quiet time.

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However, the letting the dogs out part took a funny twist. As I walked with them towards the door chaos broke out on my little sun porch.

My new rescue Zoe was diving under the table towards my cat Bailey. My heart stopped as I thought she was going after him. But in the same instant that I reached and grabbed her collar, I realized she was actually trying to get the mouse Bailey had in his mouth.

I got Zoe back into the kitchen and closed the door leaving Bailey alone to recapture and kill the mouse. I previously wrote about the mouse war in which I am engaged (you can check it out here).

However, Bailey seemed distracted by all the commotion that had just occurred. Instead of finishing the mouse off he chose to ignore it.

When Plan B Is The Best Choice

Now, what am I going to do? I grabbed a clear small plastic cup, dropped it over the mouse who was sitting quietly under the table and voila, one captured mouse.

I then slid a magazine under the cup and flipped it over to ensure the little guy didn’t escape while I calculated my next step.

I couldn’t bring myself to kill him, so I decided I would transport him away from the house and release my little friend into the woods.

I slipped a ziplock bag over the cup, sliding the dazed and confused little critter into his portable prison. I left the bag on the front porch while I went inside to change from my jammies into appropriate mouse transportation clothing.

When I went back to retrieve him, I saw he was perfectly still, his tiny little eyes closed. “Oh no!”, I thought, “he’s dead already.”

I shock the bag gently. To my great relief, his eyes popped open, and he sat up. With my prisoner in tow, I jumped into the car and off we drove.

We traveled to a wooded area near a creek. After parking the car, I carried my furry little friend to the edge of the water.

I released him in some tall grass and watched. He just sat there for a moment. I’m sure he was trying to process in his little mousey mind what had just happened.

Finding The Pathway To Freedom

From the mouth of a cat, narrowly escaping the jaws of a Black Lab, enclosed in a clear prison he couldn’t escape, to sitting free in this paradise.

After a few more moments he started to move deeper into the grass to safety and freedom.

That’s when it hit me. Just when this little mouse thought it was over, that the worst was about to happen and he was powerless to do anything about it, someone stepped in saved him.

I watched as he moved forward to embrace his second chance realizing that I am loved and cared for by a God of second chances. I don’t have to live stuck.

“For I am about to do something new. See, I have already begun! Do you not see it?
I will make a pathway through the wilderness. I will create rivers in the dry wasteland.” -Isaiah 43:19 (NLT)

Each day is a clean slate, a chance to start over, forgiven and free.

Not stuck in prisons of regret or shame, or past mistakes and failures, but set free by Jesus to take the next step on the journey to live my unique story.

Is there an area of your life where you feel powerless to escape?

About K L Greenwalt

I'm a writer and storyteller. Each week I write about and invite readers to join me on an extraordinary adventure to discover and embrace the unique story God has penned for each of us.



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  1. Denise Campbell Johnson

    Good story. You always see God in everyday things.

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