Alleah and Alex had just arrived home from school. I had hung up the phone with husband only 5 minutes before. He was out of town on business, but called to tell me he would be flying in and be home around 5pm tonight. I start going through backpacks and getting homework out, when from the corner of my eye I notice the dog staring at the house and not moving. He was perched by his tree a good 20 feet from the porch. Odd for him as he would rather be on the porch. With 3 large windows on the back wall, it is typically a game of hide and seek with him as I move window to window. Mimicing this typical play, I thought I would catch his attention; today...to no avail. Now I am curious as to what he is watching. It had to be something. This big 6 month old yellow lab puppy, big as a small horse, that barks at everything thinking it's someone or something there only for his amusement, laid motionless, ears cocked forward, on the porch this morning around 8 am, as 3 deeer walked quietly through the back yard. Never once did he move or make a sound. So now my curiousity is peaked. I saw no deer in sight, but I knew he had to be watching something. When I saw what it was, I wished I wasnt so curious!
Coming straight for the back door was a big black snake. I had never seen a snake this size before! It was a virtual python in my opinion! I screamed. Alleah ran upstairs afraid it would come inside and eat us. Alex just wanted to see it so he could say "Ewwwwww!!", and the dog... the good watch dog he is... sat and ... well... watched. I gather my courage, take a broom and sweep at it scaring it off the porch. Each swipe of the broom I am jumping back in the house and shutting the door. I am amazed at my courage to do even this! He slithers off the side of the deck. I go out now, thinking it is safe, and look around to see where it went, figuring it slithered off somewhere. Hopefully never to be seen again.I watch for my older boys getting home to let them know to stay out of the grass and walkup the middle of the drive, as we have a HUGE snake out in the yard somewhere. Both boys upon hearing this, ran for the house.
The dog had moved back to the porch now, and I begin telling the boys what transpired. As I am going on emphatically with my story, I notice the dog is...well...'watching' again. I say out loud... "that thing isnt back is it?" I proceed to walk window to window to see what had caught his attention. I see nothing. I open the door slowly incase it is out of my vision line off to one side or something, when lo and behold... there it was! NEXT TO THE DOOR!!!! I slammed the door, shaking and shivering from the heebie jeebies yet with hopes the slam would scare it away. To my dismay, it didn't. For the next 15 minutes I run around looking for a gun and ammunition. I put a chair next to the door to stand on (I am not standing on the ground for goodness sakes!) and then send the kids upstairs. Tanner goes out front to call the dog, so I dont shoot him should my aim be off or the snake should make a run for it... or would that be a slither for it? Anyway, I crack the door, stick the muzzle of my rifle out, take quick aim, close my eyes and squueze. BANG! I slam the door, catch my breath and then open it back up a crack to take a look. I hit it in the back. Its now writhing around and and is unable to slither away. I wait a second, it stills and I take aim again. BANG! A shot right through its head. Its dead. My children praise me like I am a big game hunter and jump for joy that the crisis is over. Mom killed the intruding reptile. The boys remarked at what a good shot I am in awe, not knowing my ability to shoot a gun.
I leave our intruder on the porch for my husband to see when he gets home. I wasnt about to touch it after all. That is a little too far out of my realm of heroics. The fearless watch dog is perched 20 feet away behind his tree once again, peeking out, and refuses to come back to the porch. I wonder if he is thinking "That crazy lady is going to shoot me if I get on her porch!". He didnt come back down until after my husband got home, measured, and then disposed of the snake. It was 4 feet 5 inches long with a good 2 inch body diameter. It was blackish gray, and was told was a rat snake. My husband explians to me the difference between the snake I shot and the venomous and agressive 'like version' that is also common in our area. I had to chuckle. If it is close enough for me to tell the difference, then it is too close for my comforts, and had better be dead.
I am hoping that I dont have many more run in's with any other snakes, and that his relatives don't plan on coming to pay their last respects. But just in case, I am off to buy more ammunition.
Friday, March 28, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
The Stopping Post
We are all at different stopping points along this journey,
even though we are all striving to get to the same place.
Much like the Early Saints, and their journey to the Great Salt Lake,
many took different routes to get there, others stayed behind to ready stopping
points for the Saints who would follow behind. The question is...
what are you doing to ready the stopping point you are at, for the Saints
who will come behind you?
I believe our testimonies are one of the greatest gifts that we have
been blessed with. It doesnt cost you a thing to share it, yet the cost
to obtain it was well worth the trials we paid for it. Its a gift of such value
that it it only improves with age and grows as you share it.
even though we are all striving to get to the same place.
Much like the Early Saints, and their journey to the Great Salt Lake,
many took different routes to get there, others stayed behind to ready stopping
points for the Saints who would follow behind. The question is...
what are you doing to ready the stopping point you are at, for the Saints
who will come behind you?
I believe our testimonies are one of the greatest gifts that we have
been blessed with. It doesnt cost you a thing to share it, yet the cost
to obtain it was well worth the trials we paid for it. Its a gift of such value
that it it only improves with age and grows as you share it.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Release
"There is a release that comes when conquoring the unknown, giving freedom and flight beyond your wildest dreams." ~CM Beauty Johnson
As I begin a new chapter in my life, I can't help but be a little fearful, excited, and yet regretful all at the same time. Afraid of the unknown, excited about the possibilities that lie before me, and regretful of the goals that fell by the wayside missing their own accomplishing moments in this journey.
Stepping forward I see a wealth of opportunities. Spiritual growth is an important part of this journey, and dictates where I will one day end up when all is said and done. I see milestones of my children as they jump from childhood into adulthood, and I look back at how quickly the time has passed. How I wish I could savor just one more moment of that 3 year old daughter (now age 20) who clumsily ran the bases of the baseball diamond in the wrong direction, or that 2 yr old son (now age 19) who would climb on top of anything without a fear in the world. I look into the eyes of my 16 yr old and see a man on the verge of breaking through and just wanting to hold it off for a while longer. I see a young teen struggling for his place between childhood and responsibility, with my heart wanting to scream out "Pick Childhood!!!" My 7 yr old daughter, a little mother herself. I see in her all the things she sees in me and pray for the guidence to be a good example, as I know she is always watching and learning. My 6 yr old Autistic son... the one who will undoubtedly stay young the longest. He brings a unique joy to our family and to my heart like no other. The world seen through his perspective... a new and exciting wonder. Lastly and surly not least... the 9 month old grandson. Oh how my heart leapt as I became for the first time 'Gramma'. You think your cycle is over in the regards of child rearing when you have your last... and then there is the joy of grandparenting. A new adventure in its own right.
I look at my friendships. I see those who come along for short times and bless my life by just having known them. I have friends who are lifelong... these are few... but are a richness beyond measure. New friends that I know not what their station will become, but for now have been a comfort and companionship as we find where the road takes us.
So today, I ready myself for the Release. The letting go of old hurts, the wiping away of negativity, the discarding of failures. It's a time of release in every sence... a time to begin and to embrace challenges and to really put my heart and self into them... so in the next 40 years I can feel the accomplishments more than failures, and be ready to move forward to an awaiting celestial glory.
As I begin a new chapter in my life, I can't help but be a little fearful, excited, and yet regretful all at the same time. Afraid of the unknown, excited about the possibilities that lie before me, and regretful of the goals that fell by the wayside missing their own accomplishing moments in this journey.
Stepping forward I see a wealth of opportunities. Spiritual growth is an important part of this journey, and dictates where I will one day end up when all is said and done. I see milestones of my children as they jump from childhood into adulthood, and I look back at how quickly the time has passed. How I wish I could savor just one more moment of that 3 year old daughter (now age 20) who clumsily ran the bases of the baseball diamond in the wrong direction, or that 2 yr old son (now age 19) who would climb on top of anything without a fear in the world. I look into the eyes of my 16 yr old and see a man on the verge of breaking through and just wanting to hold it off for a while longer. I see a young teen struggling for his place between childhood and responsibility, with my heart wanting to scream out "Pick Childhood!!!" My 7 yr old daughter, a little mother herself. I see in her all the things she sees in me and pray for the guidence to be a good example, as I know she is always watching and learning. My 6 yr old Autistic son... the one who will undoubtedly stay young the longest. He brings a unique joy to our family and to my heart like no other. The world seen through his perspective... a new and exciting wonder. Lastly and surly not least... the 9 month old grandson. Oh how my heart leapt as I became for the first time 'Gramma'. You think your cycle is over in the regards of child rearing when you have your last... and then there is the joy of grandparenting. A new adventure in its own right.
I look at my friendships. I see those who come along for short times and bless my life by just having known them. I have friends who are lifelong... these are few... but are a richness beyond measure. New friends that I know not what their station will become, but for now have been a comfort and companionship as we find where the road takes us.
So today, I ready myself for the Release. The letting go of old hurts, the wiping away of negativity, the discarding of failures. It's a time of release in every sence... a time to begin and to embrace challenges and to really put my heart and self into them... so in the next 40 years I can feel the accomplishments more than failures, and be ready to move forward to an awaiting celestial glory.
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