The Mouse Dilemma
Meg
Hello all, sorry it’s been so long since I posted. Things have been going well in this military household. Summer is creeping in, and we’re getting all that much closer to greeting our new little one, only about three months until he or she make their appearance.
The month of May brought a plethora of visitors to our house. It was so great spending time with all of our family, but it’s made June feel extra quite by comparison. I have plenty of little projects to work on this summer, before baby comes. The problem is that I have trouble focusing on said projects. Sigh. I guess I’ll just have to take this whole pregnancy thing one day at a time.
The most exciting thing to happen to us happened this morning, when my handsome military husband walked upstairs for his customary kiss goodbye before he headed off to work. (On a side note, I love seeing my husband in uniform. It never get’s old. And there’s nothing dreamier than waking up to a goodbye kiss from my hubby, sigh).
Back to our story: As my handsome hubby walked into the bedroom, he spoke to half-asleep me and informed me that there was a mouse down in our kitchen. A mouse!
Now friends, there are few things I dislike as much as mice in my house. They are more than welcome to frolic freely in the great outdoors, but coming into my house is a big no-no. Well, needless to say, my hubby and I drastically differ on how to dispose of the said mouse. I am more than happy to dispose of the creature in the quickest way possible, while hubby wants to humanly catch the little thing and release him in the wild.
Sigh. We’re such different people. This morning showed one more way in which we differ. While I was seriously petrified of the little monster, my hubby was trying his best not to laugh at me and the current mouse dilemma.
How do two such different people make a life together, I sometimes wonder? And why do I still love my mouse-loving husband? Sometimes I don’t know. All I do know is that I’ve chosen to love him unconditionally, even if he does save mice.
I chose to focus on 1 Corinthians 13, which tells me what Godly love looks like:
“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always persevered, Love never fails” (1 Corinthians 13:4-8, NIV).
I suppose this means that I need to be patient with my mouse-loving husband, and persevere through this moment of trial. Hopefully the little creature will be gone soon, and I can give my house a vigorous cleaning.
Sigh, there’s a lesson to be learned everyday, isn’t there?
The month of May brought a plethora of visitors to our house. It was so great spending time with all of our family, but it’s made June feel extra quite by comparison. I have plenty of little projects to work on this summer, before baby comes. The problem is that I have trouble focusing on said projects. Sigh. I guess I’ll just have to take this whole pregnancy thing one day at a time.
The most exciting thing to happen to us happened this morning, when my handsome military husband walked upstairs for his customary kiss goodbye before he headed off to work. (On a side note, I love seeing my husband in uniform. It never get’s old. And there’s nothing dreamier than waking up to a goodbye kiss from my hubby, sigh).
Back to our story: As my handsome hubby walked into the bedroom, he spoke to half-asleep me and informed me that there was a mouse down in our kitchen. A mouse!
Now friends, there are few things I dislike as much as mice in my house. They are more than welcome to frolic freely in the great outdoors, but coming into my house is a big no-no. Well, needless to say, my hubby and I drastically differ on how to dispose of the said mouse. I am more than happy to dispose of the creature in the quickest way possible, while hubby wants to humanly catch the little thing and release him in the wild.
Sigh. We’re such different people. This morning showed one more way in which we differ. While I was seriously petrified of the little monster, my hubby was trying his best not to laugh at me and the current mouse dilemma.
How do two such different people make a life together, I sometimes wonder? And why do I still love my mouse-loving husband? Sometimes I don’t know. All I do know is that I’ve chosen to love him unconditionally, even if he does save mice.
I chose to focus on 1 Corinthians 13, which tells me what Godly love looks like:
“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always persevered, Love never fails” (1 Corinthians 13:4-8, NIV).
I suppose this means that I need to be patient with my mouse-loving husband, and persevere through this moment of trial. Hopefully the little creature will be gone soon, and I can give my house a vigorous cleaning.
Sigh, there’s a lesson to be learned everyday, isn’t there?