The Mouse Story

Love this story and thought I would share. We recently shared this story at our growth group for church; it's called looking up and is for people with chronic illnesses or supporting others with chronic illnesses. I think the story is applicable for all of us, and in our quick, quick, quick culture something we dont always take the time to do.


Mouse Story

A mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package.

"What food might this contain?" The mouse wondered - he was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.

Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning.

"There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!"

The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said, "Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it."

The mouse turned to the pig and told him, "There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!"
The pig sympathized, but said,"I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it but pray.Be assured you are in my prayers."

The mouse turned to the cow and said, "There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!"

The cow said, "Wow, Mr. Mouse. I'm sorry for you, but it's no skin off my nose" So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected,to face the farmer's mousetrap-- alone.

That very night a sound was heard throughout the house -- like the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey.

The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she did not see it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught.

The snake bit the farmer's wife. The farmer rushed her to the hospital and she returned home with a fever.

Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup's main ingredient.

But his wife's sickness continued,so friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock.

To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig. The farmer's wife did not get well; she died.

So many people came for her funeral, the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them.

The mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall with great sadness

So, the next time you hear someone is facing a problem and think it doesn't concern you, remember --

when one of us is threatened, we are all at risk. We are all involved in this journey called life. We must keep an eye out for one another and make an extra effort to encourage one another.

To do the right thing.And be all we can be with kindness & compassion.



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"Hope is not optimism, which expects things to turn out well, but something rooted in the conviction that there is good worth working for."

Seamus Heaney

Lillian'isms

Lillian just cracks us up. For a couple months now I have been trying to figure out how to capture all of her humorous moments. Normally a big time for them is on the way home from pre-school and I'll be thinking abut how I have to jot it down but since I'm in the car and its a long drive I can rarely remember it long enough to write it down! I recently did capture one down and was wondering how to preserve them. Since my handwriting is terrible I prefer type. I think I will write them in notes in facebook and then every one in a while capture them here or print them all off. This way we can see how they develop over time.

Here is my recent capture:

Can I be in a parade and be a marching girl that swirls that thing and walks? Yeah I want to do that when I get bigger and be a doctor and fix people and yeah that stuff. And give stickers to little girls and yeah....that. You know what I am going to work when I grow up and my clients names will be Amber, can I name her? (Me-name who your client?) Yeah I want to name her Amber.

This conversation was particularly amusing to me. She combined talking about wanting to go to another parade for the 4th of July and hand stuff out with what she wants to be when she grows up and then since Daddy always has to go meet clients she added that in there too and for whatever unknown reason wants to name them Amber. Usually when she names baby dolls its Sara or Jasmine.

Then next on the list, also related to work. Mom when I go to school can you pack my lunch and some coffee too? Of course I declined to pack coffee like I do for daddy. She countered ok when I get older and go to work can you pack my coffee?