We had some excitement in the neighborhood last night. We were just sitting down for supper, Glenn was still at a meeting, and the phone rang. It was our neighbor, she was wondering if we were watching the skunk crossing the middle of the cul de sac. The skunk was right by the fire hydrant, sniffing the ground. It was a rather cute and fluffy creature meandering all over. I was always told that a skunk was rabid if it was out during daylight. With neither husband home, I suggested we call the police, we are in city limits. A friend of mine is an officer, I would call him at
I was able to get the phone number and with luck, my friend was on duty. The skunk was on the move, walking around another neighbor's house, under his deck, around a tree. Mitch came driving up in his police car. Got his gun out and told the kids to get in the house as they didn't need to be around to see this. He followed at a safe distance and then shot the skunk. The kids raced down to see it, and luckily it didn't smell too bad (we were upwind from it). Then word spread and all the neighborhood kids raced to see it. After my husband came home, he buried it.
But that old skunk got me thinking about sin. Sometimes sin is wrapped up in a cute, fluffy package, it is intriguing to us, but it is rabid in the "Sonlight". Sometimes we need to call someone to help us get away from it, but even when it's dead, it still temps us to look at it. Sometimes to get away from the temptation, the sin needs to be buried.
I know what is tripping me up. At first it didn't seem so bad, but it is rabid. I humbly turn to my Savior and ask Him to kill it, bury it.
Lord, it's me. I confess my pride.
I ask that you purge it from me.
Bury it.
Fill me with thoughts only of you.
Help me to trust in the LORD with all my heart and lean not on my own understanding;
in all ways acknowledging You and You will make my paths straight. (Prov 3:5-6).
home and get the phone number for the officer on duty.
I was able to get the phone number and with luck, my friend was on duty. The skunk was on the move, walking around another neighbor's house, under his deck, around a tree. Mitch came driving up in his police car. Got his gun out and told the kids to get in the house as they didn't need to be around to see this. He followed at a safe distance and then shot the skunk. The kids raced down to see it, and luckily it didn't smell too bad (we were upwind from it). Then word spread and all the neighborhood kids raced to see it. After my husband came home, he buried it.
But that old skunk got me thinking about sin. Sometimes sin is wrapped up in a cute, fluffy package, it is intriguing to us, but it is rabid in the "Sonlight". Sometimes we need to call someone to help us get away from it, but even when it's dead, it still temps us to look at it. Sometimes to get away from the temptation, the sin needs to be buried.
I know what is tripping me up. At first it didn't seem so bad, but it is rabid. I humbly turn to my Savior and ask Him to kill it, bury it.
Lord, it's me. I confess my pride.
I ask that you purge it from me.
Bury it.
Fill me with thoughts only of you.
Help me to trust in the LORD with all my heart and lean not on my own understanding;
in all ways acknowledging You and You will make my paths straight. (Prov 3:5-6).
Thanks God, you're a life saver!
(skunk photo - openphoto.net)
1 comment:
I didn't get to see the varmant, but I smelled it last evening. But then again, I can smell the stench in my own life all too often. I pray that same prayer, and pray against the spirits that so easily entangle us.
Grace and Peace
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