It was a dark and stormy night. The clock struck twelve. Midnight in South Florida.
A dog squeaks and whines in a sleepy lady’s bedroom. My bedroom. Thinking of my new carpet, I got out of bed and opened the door to let Zoe outside.
That’s when I saw it.
An ugly poisonous toad was chilling in the breezeway.
He was a biggin’. Not quite this big:
But it may as well have been. It was just as ugly.
I don’t like toads. <—understatement.
I do not like them Sam I Am.
These toads can be poisonous and kill pets. I have just cause to hate on them. (They’re also ugly and gross and they FREAK ME OUT.)
I rushed to shoo Zoe away and the toad took off and went straight into my apartment. I repeat:
The toad was in my apartment. My home.
Picture this – wait allow me:
(Except it was dark and I was in my pajamas.)
I grabbed a mop and tried encouraging it toward the door, but it kept plopping in the wrong direction. Yes, plopping. Hopping is reserved for cute animals like bunnies and kangaroos.
Each time it flopped I shrieked. I couldn’t help it. I think I yelled “No!” a couple times. I was sure a neighbor was going to come check on me. I sounded like I was being attacked.
I kind of wished they would. I was under attack. Kind-of.
The beast went all over my apartment. Under the couch…it was so invasive. How rude.
After 30 minutes I realized I had to take matters into my own hands. *shudder*
I grabbed the biggest towel I could and grabbed around “it” and (shrieking the whole time) ran to throw the towel and toad outside. <— I cannot eloquently describe how difficult that was for me.
I get willy-wonkas thinking about it.
Moral of Story:
As soon as I shut the door I thought, “This is how God works.”
He tries to guide us in the right direction, knowing what is best for us.
Yet we go our own wayward ways. Often out of fear.
If only we would trust God. He will never hurt us or lead us astray. The change in course may seem scary and difficult but it leads us through the door to freedom.
You know what I mean?
PS- If a snake or an iguana ever get in I will call 911. Seriously.
PPS- F.R.O.G stands for Full Reliance On God. Coinky-dink ya think?
- What is the weirdest thing to ever invade your space?
- Is God nudging you with his “broomstick?” to head down a certain path? What is holding you back?
