Another Little Mouse

One day, Bob walked into the house and announced: “We found a place that will fix the car!”

We went down to ACE glass and got the back windshield fixed. Next, I had to drive it for the first time and follow Bob back to Bobby’s place where we have been staying for a while. You see, I was hired for my job but the paper work takes about two months. And without “SOFA” status, the special ID you get, we would not be able to stay in Germany. So we were still waiting.

I had just read in a book about the need for married couples to get away occasionally. I realized  we needed a break and so did Bobby and Maria.

Bob came to me soon after I read this with the solution:

“How ‘bout living for a few weeks in the Church before you get “SOFA’d”? That way, we can sort through our stuff at the Church and at the same time, have some peace and quiet?”

So we moved into an apartment consisting of two rooms and a bathroom. It was quiet at first. However, Bob thought he heard the squeak of a mouse in the ceiling.

Meanwhile, for meals, we had to use the kitchen downstairs. On the first day, I was getting our meal ready when I heard a yell from Bob. I turned just in time to see this mouse scamper across the auditorium just outside the door of the kitchen. It ran into the other side of it where the dishwasher and the large pantry was.

Of course, I screamed now, too.  But that was the last time we saw it that night.

The next morning, I turned into that room to get some dishes and it was quiet at first. All of a sudden, I heard scratching noises coming from the wastebasket. A good sized mouse with no tail was trying to hop out of it! I quickly threw a serving tray on top of it and yelled for Bob. He came running and brought it outside and let it go free.

Right after breakfast, I heard a squeak and another mouse ran out of the cupboard and when it saw me it panicked and ran right into a dark corner and disappeared.

“Church mouse!” I called out. “Be respectful in God’s house!”

We went and told Bro. Mike. He gave us two mousetraps. One was a new-fangled one that when Bob tried to set it, snapped right on his finger. The other one was an old-fashioned one that we put some peanut butter on for bait.

So now it's war! While I’m sitting here in the apartment, I can hear one of them running around in the ceiling over our heads. There must be a whole family of ‘em.

We have plenty of “food and raiment” and I am trying to be content. We don’t know where we will live next. But I’m trusting God to supply our need.

If He provides for the lilies and the sparrows He will provide for us. Even us church mice.

And we whisper to the ceiling: “Go to sleep, Mickey!” and “Be quiet, naughty mouse!” And hope those mouse traps work.