Removing a Mouse
I was cleaning out the last of the litter, reaching way down inside the old fifty-five gallon trash barrel on our ranch one day – when I saw it. Two tiny black eyes staring up at me, and before I could say boo that little mouse had scampered up my arm and straight into my mouth. I whirled and—ptewww!—launched that critter like a rifle shot, along with a few choice words. A passage came to mind sometime later. “O LORD, place a guard on my mouth! Protect the opening of my lips!” (Psa. 141:3) What a man says after removing a mouse from his mouth reveals a lot about how clean his heart is.