The Mousy Conscience

“His divine power has given us everything we need for a godly life through our knowledge of him who called us by his own glory and goodness.” (2 Peter 1:3)

With the New Year comes the challenge to make changes. Ummm…I think last year had enough changes to last a life time, don’t you?

Taylor’s most favorite chocolate is Dove dark chocolate. For Christmas she received three different flavors and ever since Archie went home, chocolate has been a,”We’ve made it through another day!” reward. Since she loves to share, she brought out a cream colored jewelry holder with three upside down umbrella tears and loaded each upturned parasol with creamy goodness.

The following morning I started my day with the morning cries of the fury kids, headed over to brew (previously) ground, freshly frozen, coffee, the smell permeating the air. The chocolate was inches from the coffee pot, so my eyes naturally roamed. Hmf!? One third of the bottom tear’s lusciousness was no longer there! Hmf, again. I remember I ate one (ok, of each–don’t judge!!!) yesterday, and Taylor usually limits herself. This was weird. Oh, well, things to do, a schedule to keep, coffee to go, thermos filled, and out the door. The day progressed with no thought of the missing candy. Home to supper, decaf, (a little chocolate) then off to bed, only to rinse (shower) and repeat the next morning.

That night/morning was a replay of the first: fury kids, coffee, missing candy…missing candy??? This time the bottom tear was close to empty with six pieces of chocolate remaining. What the….? I didn’t feel full, as I was making a self evaluation (I didn’t think I walked in my sleep but was now doubting myself). Taylor appeared in the kitchen. “By chance did you happen to get munchy in the middle of the night.” She gives me the squishy face. “Nooooo, why?” I point to the stark inverted bottom canopy and her eyes grew wide. “I don’t think it was me,” I said with a grin.

MOUSE!

The last time candy was disappearing, I thought I was just really down and hadn’t realized what I was eating. With the extended holidays and the super cold whether, we opted to flip out the sleeper sofa in the “warm room” for refuge. I flipped the mattress out and low and behold there were two cups of Hershey kisses, peanut butter cups and chocolate drops, papers still intact, in the inner most fold of the foam. I stood there, jaw dropped and mouth open, for about three minutes–that’s a long time. I was so shocked! There was no other sign of a mouse, no chewing or scraps of paper. Finally I “came to.”  Time to get to work: I threw away the candy along with the rest of the loose candy in the bowl (wiping away the tears of perfectly good chocolate going to waste), striped the sheets, zip-locked the remaining chocolate and set a trap. SNAP! One mouse down. Since Archie and Taylor didn’t/don’t do mouse removal, this is not a new position.

Unfortunately, a kissn’ cousin (from Hershey, me thinks) had moved in to take over where that one left off. Some chocolate flavored peanut butter smeared on a sturdy device and SNAP! Number two and counting.

This sequence of events made me laugh a bit (Why cry? There are so many other things to cry about, why waste the tears on a mouse?) and joke that if we had let them go, it would have been an easy diet plan, no self control needed.

That statement caused a pause for reflection.

What would happen if I didn’t need self control?

Self Control: “the ability to control oneself, in particular one’s emotions and desires or the expression of them in one’s behavior, especially in difficult situations.”

Change that, what about if I didn’t need a conscience?

Conscience: an inner feeling or voice viewed as acting as a guide to the rightness or wrongness of one’s behavior.

I feel like I mess up time and time again. If only I had a pilferer to steal away any and all temptation to sin! I would never eat chocolate instead of my supper (eh, eh, eh, you have your issues, I have mine), I would not have to give heavenly Dad my annexed feelings about Archie going home day after day, I would never snap at people when I am tired or stressed, and so on and on and on and on, you get the picture.

I would never…I would always… . But there is no such thing as a mousy conscious that removes temptation.

“His divine power has given us everything we need for a godly life through our knowledge of him who called us by his own glory and goodness.” (2 Peter 1:3)

According to this, I do not need a super hero rodent. I just need to get to know and spend time with my heavenly Dad. I spend time with Him and His word everyday, but do I talk to Him about more than,”Help me! Help them! or Please provide for that!” Awfully one sided don’t you think and not much a “relationship.”

I need to get back to the “Thank you”s and the talk to Him not at Him: “Father, You amaze me! You are kind even when I am not, strong enough to move mountains and I am weak, loving when I am ugly, always there to listen when I need to talk, courageous when I am scared, faithful when I want to walk away, in the shadows when I feel alone, forgiving when I speak or act disrespectfully of you (embarrassing myself). Dad…I am here…please speak to me,” then take the time to listen, maybe journal and write down what He brings to my mind. He actually does have quite a bit to say…if I would only listen :(. I’ll have everything I need to live a godly life, aka working conscious, and having self control.

That means He’ll do His part if/when I do mine. Again, He has the tools and plan I have to choose to show up and let Him do the work to and through me. No mouse needed. Personal question: will I….?

Until January 23rd: Blessings!

 

 

2 thoughts on “The Mousy Conscience

  1. OUCH! Your words cut me to the quick, my lovely lady! Much like a good dentist, God always knows just where and how to poke or prod to get to the heart of my issues (and he really loves using you! HEY!!! Way to be a vessel of God’s loving message!!! Thank you! <3). Self control (over chocolate- AMEN!) over any/all temptations I face and REAL communication with God: therein lies the rub. Thanks for the encouragement and inspiration. Love and Prayers <3

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