Don't you just hate it when squirrels run in front of your car while you are driving? I have this one instance that has been stuck in my mind for years. I was heading away from my parent's house down a street lined with houses of the upper middle-class. This particular street has always been notorious for squirrel crossings (They should place a sign). So of course this squrrel is just chilling in the yard of a house I am approaching and just as I am about to pass by, it darts out and disappears under my hood. It looked as if it purposely ran in front of my tire, but there was no evidence as I maintained my "moderate" speed. Shortly after I see it in my peripheral vision by my front door, I was relieved. But before I could release the idea of not hitting a squirrel, it disappeared under my car again. It felt like I ran over a rock with my back tire. It happened so quickly but I experienced it so slowly. I didn't touch my break at all, because I assumed it literally ran under my front tire initially and it was too late. The second time the "rock" was there, and then it disappeared. A hard head, but not solid enough. My eyes focused on the revealing pavement behind me and in my rear-view mirror I saw the evidence. The body flopping like a fish out of water seemingly attached to the concrete at a fixed point. Trying to fulfill its mind's last command to keep running...the wrong way.
Have you ever hit a squirrel crossing the street, did it ever bring your countenace down like this incident did me? I am not sure what brought about the sadness, I like animals, by no means a PETA man. Why did I let that little blip in my day dim my smile for a moment? I am no fan of tragedy. Here is the point, it wasn't my fault that the squirrel died. I didn't kill the squirrel. INDECISION did it. It had made it beyond the underbelly of my Dodge Intrepid with nothing but "clean" air and manicured lawns with tree heights of safety. But for some reason it turned back. Not a pillar of salt, only death on the spot.
Maybe you've seen this happen on your street. The sad reminder this story sheds light on is this...we are too often that squirrel. A double minded man is unstable in all his ways...is that sexist? Nope, man as in mankind.
GOD is seeking deciders, who have put to death indecision, before indecision makes them...like that poor squirrel...press their heads to the pavement.
Joshua 1:9 Have not I commanded you? Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be you dismayed: for the LORD your God is with you wherever you go. (KJ2000 - sent from CadreBible)
Have you ever hit a squirrel crossing the street, did it ever bring your countenace down like this incident did me? I am not sure what brought about the sadness, I like animals, by no means a PETA man. Why did I let that little blip in my day dim my smile for a moment? I am no fan of tragedy. Here is the point, it wasn't my fault that the squirrel died. I didn't kill the squirrel. INDECISION did it. It had made it beyond the underbelly of my Dodge Intrepid with nothing but "clean" air and manicured lawns with tree heights of safety. But for some reason it turned back. Not a pillar of salt, only death on the spot.
Maybe you've seen this happen on your street. The sad reminder this story sheds light on is this...we are too often that squirrel. A double minded man is unstable in all his ways...is that sexist? Nope, man as in mankind.
GOD is seeking deciders, who have put to death indecision, before indecision makes them...like that poor squirrel...press their heads to the pavement.
Joshua 1:9 Have not I commanded you? Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be you dismayed: for the LORD your God is with you wherever you go. (KJ2000 - sent from CadreBible)
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