The mice had squatter rights to the cabin. I do not even want to know how many there were. The first evening at the cabin, Len & I were having devotions while the campers got ready for bed.
"Len, there's eyes looking at us... there in the grill around the fireplace."
He got up to look & , of course, they ran away.
We settled back to our reading. This time the number of eyes increased.
"Len," I whispered, "slowly look at the fireplace; don't move."
His eyes slowly left his Bible and he stared at the fireplace then grinned. They're just babies; they won't come out."
Great comfort that was. But camp nurses never tell what frightens them!
The mice came out at night, but as far as I know never came on my bed. Once in a while I'd see a baby getting brave and heading out of the fireplace; I'd holler at it and off it would go.
Then there were the micro toads, flat turtles, hognose snakes and raccoons...
Shalom, Connie
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The deepest heartaches can become heartstrings to God's joy, peace, and love.
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