It’s a sad fact.
Critters don’t always make it to the other side of the road.
Each morning I take Thistle out for her morning constitutional along the two-lane, dead-end road where we live. There’s not a ton of traffic, but what there is tends to move too fast. And, inevitably, little animals don’t always move fast enough.
Last week I could see something in the road up ahead and tried to tell myself it was just a clump of brown leaves. Alas, no. It was an adolescent bunny. It looked fine except for the blood on its ears.
Well. I couldn’t just leave it there for passing tires to wreak havoc, so I scooped it up (so soft) and snugged it under some low-hanging vines. Thistle, of course, was keenly interested, but I persuaded her to pay her respects and move on.
A little further along we came to another unfortunate creature. This time it was a mole. It was a little less pristine and, well, it was a mole. You know, those critters that make SUCH a mess of my yard. It was small and smushed and we moved on with barely a glance.
And then I got to thinking about how I felt sad about the rabbit–moved to action even–and felt only mild curiosity about the mole.
This is NOT how God sees his creation. His love isn’t reserved for the lovable.
I’m so guilty of giving preference to the pretty, the nice, the kind, the pleasing–but God loves the homeless drunk as dearly as he loves the hardworking missionary. He made moles as surely as he made rabbits.
Luke 6:33 – And if you do good to those who are good to you, what credit is that to you? Even sinners do that.
So thankful, because on lots of days I look more like a mole than I do a rabbit.
Me, too! And I can get to feeling pretty squashed by life!
I’m not mushy over the smushed garter snakes that are decorating my morning constitional. Bunnies, Bambis–yes. There is a lesson to consider here, I know.
I have managed to NOT wax philosophical about dead snakes.
Snakes have their place. Out of sight. Out of mind.
Aww, this is so sweet, Sarah. Your heart is so tender. The little squirrels around here nearly give me heart failure each week … I’m so afraid I’ll hit one. 🙂
I know! I’m torn between my dad’s voice telling me to never but people at risk over an animal and, well, swerving or braking! It helps to just drive slow on the back roads.