Last night I was on the phone with my friend Meghan when I smelled something funny. I looked up and of course freaked out because we had a dead squirrel in our trap! Bryan (brave man that he is) took care of it and it is now in the garbage outside. So the mystery is solved but I am having mixed feelings.
Part of me: He was just a little squirrel who ate some bread off my counter. I hate having to think he had to die in a trap. (Im really glad I did not have to hear any of that) I wish he could have just stayed in his little home, I would have fed him peanuts, and he could have gone back to his tree in the spring.
The other part of me: Was so relieved to see him in that trap and out of my house. I know they can cause lots of trouble, chew up wires, start electrical fires, etc. I hope his little friends get a clue and get the hell out of dodge!
May your roots go down into the soil of God's marvelous love. And may you have the power to understand, as all God's people should, how wide, how long, how high, and how deep his love really is!
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