An unwelcome and unexpected visitor came by this week. If the possum could talk, he/she may have been in agreement.
We have a couple window wells that come flush with mother earth. Animals can easily be nosing along the ground when suddenly they are pedaling air until reaching a stone-filled landing. Three concrete walls surround them with a row of windows on the other side.
Our home is in a well populated, heavily trafficked neighborhood, meaning the critters do not have much woods to call home. But this wasn’t the first time. One would think word would pass in the animal kingdom.
There is no alternative but to get the homeowners attention. Get me outta here!
This, in the dead of night. My dearly beloved is about to crawl into bed when the scratching began. If left unattended our window would be destroyed. On go the clothes, out comes the truck, down comes a long board to put into the window well so the poor thing can crawl out. Which he/she takes their lazy good-for-nothing time to do.
C’mon, it’s cold out here and I wanna go to bed.
I slept through the whole escapade. When morning came, I found him/her eating breakfast.
Have you ever found yourself in a hopeless situation? You need help but unsure of where to turn. What can a person do in the dead of night with no one around to help? Pray? It can’t hurt.
The Good Book tells us that not a sparrow falls that Jesus does not know about it. Surely, he looks after possums—and people too. Pray. What do you have to lose?
I got a snapshot of why some folks look upon Christians with disdain.
One Day Wonders with JBK 