We Need A New Night Light..or Do We?

“Hey Mimi, I think we need to buy a new night light. This one isn’t working.” Alan (Bop) called to me from the guest bedroom. “I keep plugging it in, but no light turns on.” The conversation continued as I walked from the living room to where Bop was standing. His frustration at the light not working was evident in his tone. “We need a new night light.”

Walking into the room, I could see Bop putting the light into the socket, taking it out, and trying again. He commented that those things usually last much longer than that one. He began coordinating a trip to the local hardware store. “Is there anything else we need from that place?” I answered that I couldn’t think of anything. 

There wasn’t a rush to get a new night light. We had others, and they would work fine. The hallway is illuminated in the dark by battery-operated decorative candles. No need to rush out to the store. However, I considered that perhaps Bop wanted to go to the hardware store to look for other items.

I finished putting away laundry, answered a few emails, and checked the kitchen cabinet to decide what to add to the grocery list. Meanwhile, Bop continued to work on the light. 

He finally finished working on the project and gathered his car keys and wallet. Ready to make the trip to the hardware store, he asked if I wanted to ride along with him.

I went to check out the light and locate the brand so we could purchase another one or a different brand. I plugged the light into the socket, and it turned on. No problem. Easy peasy. I repeated the action several times. Plug in, take out, plug in, take out. Each time, the room was illuminated with no issues.

Calling Bop, I asked him to come to the room and watch. When he saw what was happening, he began to smile. There wasn’t a problem. The issue was that Bop was trying to get the light to turn on while the overhead light was on.

These night lights only turn on when it’s completely dark. Every time he plugged it in, he also needed to see what he was doing, so he turned on the bedroom light. Silly Bop!

No, we didn’t need to visit the hardware store for that item, but we went there anyway. There’s always something to find in the nuts and bolts section.

Have you experienced difficulty with night lights? Yes, it’s always a story with the Hendersons.

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Have a blessed day,

Mimi aka Melissa Henderson

A Missed Message Can Be the Best Answer

Have you ever considered that a missed message can be the best answer? Last week, Bop went to a local auto shop to check the price of new tires. The friendly salesman took the time to show  the various brands and explain their benefits and prices. An appointment was scheduled for Bop to return and purchase the tires. All was good. That afternoon, the salesman called to say that a better brand of tires was being delivered to the shop. Same price, better tires.

The salesman said he would call when the tires were delivered, and then Bop could go to the shop. The time for delivery was supposed to be around noon. We waited. We took care of chores at the house. Laundry, dusting, feeding the birds, pulling weeds in the flower beds, etc. 

Noon came and went. We figured that maybe the delivery was running late. No worries. We would keep working in the house and yard. As the afternoon passed, the light turned dark. No phone call. Frustration began to set in. We questioned why the salesman had not called to let us know what had happened.

Maybe the delivery was postponed. But, why hadn’t someone called to let us know? Maybe the salesman was sick. Why hadn’t someone else from the company called? Perhaps the tires were not a better fit for our car. Perhaps the salesman forgot about us. Why? Why? Oh, my!

Friday was over. The weekend brought fun times with Rowan, Eden, Mike, and Christine. Laughter, games of “telephone”, blowing bubbles in the front yard, charades, and enjoying a delicious meal from one of our favorite restaurants were some of the activities. Wonderful times.

Monday morning arrived. No phone call or message from the auto shop. Our patience grew thin, and we discussed contacting another place to purchase the tires.

Then, Monday afternoon… Bop checked his phone for work messages and there was a missed call from Friday. What? How could this be? He had looked for missed calls and messages and nothing was there, until that moment. 

Bop immediately contacted the shop. He apologized for not seeing the message.The salesperson assured him there was no need to apologize. A time was scheduled for the next day. New tires, better brand, same price. Thank You Lord.

After the phone call ended, Bop shook his head and said, “That missed call didn’t show up until a little bit ago. Wonder what happened?”

We remembered that God’s timing is best. We may never know why the message didn’t go through. But God knows. Sometimes a missed message can be the best answer. 

Have you missed a call or message and later realized that God had a plan? Share in the comments.

Thank you for reading and commenting. I appreciate your encouragement.

Have a blessed day!

Mimi aka Melissa Henderson

Boards on Cars

Boards on cars? Did you do a double-take? I’m not referring to construction materials from the local home improvement store for building or landscaping. The boards I’m talking about are “surfboards”. Another hurricane has visited the eastern section of the country. The usual changing predictions had been televised for weeks. Professional weather personnel traveled every day to the shore to report any change in waves and shoreline. As the hurricane moved closer, I noticed more boards on cars.

Preparations began as the latest hurricane approached the eastern side of the country. The Lowcountry has seen devastating hurricanes in the past. Whether someone was born in this area or moved to the Lowcountry like my husband and I, everyone learns to be alert and take precautions. As we joined the crowd preparing for the storm, our own checklist awaited.

Alan and I went to the grocery store to stock up on needed supplies. Batteries, flashlights, and yes, chocolate candy and bottled water. On our way to the store, I noticed many vehicles with surfboards secured to the top of cars. While I waited in the car while Alan went into the store, I glanced around the parking lot. There were several surfboards on cars. I hoped to see who was driving the vehicles. The curiosity drew my attention as the parking lot began to fill.

Finally, several men and women exited the store and went to their cars. Their attire gave a clue to their destination. Surf shorts, t-shirts, sunglasses, and flip-flops. They had purchased supplies and were en route to the ocean. 

After Alan returned to the car, he suggested we ride to an inlet and look for dolphins. Yes, we’ve become those folks. “Let’s go look at the waves.”, my dear husband said. I recalled how my parents loved to take a ride in the afternoons, just to be outside and enjoy the sights.

When we reached the bridge that crosses over the inlet, we saw people walking on the beach. The inlet area has “No swimming” signs posted at all times due to rip currents. However, we rode a little further and saw surfers enjoying the big waves. Happy surfers who came to the beach with boards on their cars.

I wondered what it’s like to be a surfer. I enjoy walking on the beach, collecting shells, and gazing at sunrises and sunsets. One of my favorite parts of the ocean in this area is the dolphins. Beautiful creatures that amaze me every time one jumps out of the water and splashes back down. But I will stay out of the water.

One of our nephews, Daniel Harris, is a talented and strong surfer. Daniel is in the photo above. He and his friends love the waves, the feel of the ocean water, and riding the surfboards. Daniel has created awesome surfboards. His talent is endless.

When I see Daniel headed to the ocean, there is usually a big smile on his face. He knows the importance of safety in the water. He also knows the joy of riding the big waves. Daniel has shared his love of the ocean with our family. 

Daniel and our niece Ashley, along with their three kids, Peyton, Paige, and Ryder, have moved to an area near the ocean. They love “beach life”.

They can walk to the beach and carry their surfboards. If they want to travel to another area of waves and sand, they can secure the boards on top of their vehicles.

I’m reminded that God gives us glorious creations to enjoy such as the beach, the ocean, the inlet, the shells, the salty breeze, and much more. I’m also reminded that when I see “boards on cars”, someone is heading to the ocean or has already enjoyed riding the waves.

Either way, life is good. 

Praise God for His blessings. Praise Him for fun times. Praise Him for surfers and their love for the ocean.

Are you a surfer? Have you seen the awesome ways surfers ride the waves? Have you seen “boards on cars”?

Have a blessed day,

Mimi aka Melissa Henderson

Three Heart Monitors

My recent back injury has led to a variety of tests, procedures, changes in medications, and more. I was required to wear a heart monitor for two weeks. My heart was racing because of the pain. I’m thankful that my doctors are thorough and pay attention to the details when I describe  my symptoms. The device attached to my chest was not the only heart monitor; there were others. Rowan and Eden were also asking about my heart. I had three heart monitors. One was worn for two weeks. The other is the most special and I will wear it forever. That is the love of grandchildren who showed compassion and care.

“Mimi, can I see it? Does it hurt? Why are you wearing that thing?” Eden started with the questions. She needed to see the device and touch it. After showing her the thing that was watching my heart, she looked at me and smiled. “You’ll be alright, Mimi.”

Rowan took a different approach. “Mimi, will you wear that thing forever? Can you still play? When can you take it off?” His care was evident when we sat at the table and drew pictures. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him staring at me. I wondered what his 8-year-old mind was thinking. He kept drawing, and every few minutes, he looked at me and asked, “Mimi, are you okay? Do you need a soft hug?”

My doctor prescribed a device that would check my pulse and heartbeat. Alan had worn a similar thing years ago, when he was experiencing palpitations. He knew how to apply the monitor, what to expect, and how to return it when the two-week period was over. That took some of the fear of the unknown away. Easy instructions were supplied. Having something stuck to your body for two weeks is awkward. I also had to carry a phone with me and keep it close to the sensor.

The results from wearing the heart monitor should be ready soon, and a plan will be established. I’m trying to be patient as I wait for a phone call or a message in the patient portal. I’ve learned that trying to decipher notes on the portal can be worrisome. It’s better to wait and speak with a medical professional instead of trying to understand the results on my own.

The love and care that Rowan and Eden show others brings me joy. They are concerned when someone is sick. They take care of their aging dog, Olive, with tenderness. I’ve seen them hug each other and give a pat on the back when something goes wrong. When there is a hurt knee, a broken toy, a disappointment, or another sad occurrence, both grandkids have shown compassion and love.

How do we extend love to others? Do we pause and listen when someone speaks? Do we reach out to people we haven’t heard from in a while and let them know that we miss them? Or does the daily routine take first place? 

What about prayer and sharing time with God? When we rise in the morning and when we place our head down to rest in the evening, do we thank God for His blessings and forgiveness?

Wearing that device for two weeks allowed me to slow down, pause, and rest. As Alan prepared the box for return, packed everything in its place, and affixed the label, I breathed a sigh of relief. That monitor was gone. 

However, my two most special heart monitors will be visiting soon and bringing love and laughter with them. One named Rowan and one named Eden.

Have a blessed day,

Mimi aka Melissa Henderson

“Do the Stripes on the Sheets Have to Match?”

Recently, I shared about my severe back pain and medical issues. Thank you all for your prayers, encouragement, and compassion. Throughout this experience, I’m learning to let go of some of the simple things in life while I hopefully heal from this condition. I’m realizing that my husband is capable of taking care of household chores. Although his cleaning methods differ from mine, I appreciate his efforts. One important task is changing the sheets on the bed. The question I posed to myself this week is, “Do the stripes on the sheets have to match?”

We have two basic sets of sheets. One set features small, light blue flowers on a white background. Beautiful. The second set has an off-white background and brown accent stripes.. Also, beautiful. The king-sized sheets fit perfectly if they are aligned properly. A tag on one end gives a reference to the best possible positioning of the sheets. I use that tag to make sure the sheets fit properly on the bed. 

However, last week, as Alan changed the sheets, I sat on the couch in the living room. While he worked, I watched a television show about gardening. He completed the task and alerted me to come and see how nice the bed looked.

As I entered the bedroom, the first thing I noticed was the bedspread arranged perfectly. I smiled. Next, I noticed the sheets and laughed out loud. “How in the world did you get the sheets on the bed like that?”

With a surprised look, my dear husband answered. “What do you mean? Isn’t that the way they are supposed to go? It works.”

How could I complain? I’m not sure how he maneuvered those sheets, but they fit and stayed in place until the next time he changed them. Good job!

God is reminding me every day that He is in control. I may have plans for my life, but, right now, God has other plans that He is working through me. Will I ever know why I am experiencing such pain and struggles with my back and spine? Maybe there will be answers. Maybe not. Yet, this struggle is bringing me closer to Him.

I lament, cry, scream, and pray for the pain to cease. I ask “Why?” Then, I pause and thank God for the comfort He has provided already. I thank God for the prayers of many friends and strangers. I thank God for my family who loves me and sends me encouragement every day. I thank God for His love and mercy.

When I calm from the pain, I smile and think about the sheets. No, the stripes on the sheets don’t have to match. That’s okay.

How are things with you today? Are you handling household tasks today? 

“Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.” (Joshua 1:9 NIV)

Have a blessed day,

Melissa Henderson aka Mimi

I Thank God for Grandkids and Hummingbirds

“Wow! We haven’t met our out-of-pocket amount for the year. Usually, by June, we’ve surpassed that cost.” My husband stated as he looked at the insurance benefits statement that had arrived in the mail. I was glad that neither one of us had been ill or needed to visit the hospital ER. 

I smiled and spoke words that would backfire on me in a matter of days.
“That means we are healthy. We haven’t been seriously sick or in pain this year.” 

Saturday mornings are what I call “changing bed sheets morning”. I like to change the sheets early in the day. There is something fresh and renewing about clean bed linens.

On June 14th, I removed the sheets from the bed and prepared to refresh the bed with clean, crisp linens. This time, I would use the set with bright blue flowers and a white background. Beautiful.

Finding the corner area of the fitted sheet, I reached down to tuck the material under the mattress. A sharp, shooting pain like I’ve never experienced spasmed my lower left back. I’ve had many lumbar spasms over the years. This pain was worse than anything I had endured in the past. I screamed. Tears flowed. I yelled for Alan to help me.

He walked into the room and tried to begin comforting me. Alan helped me on to the bed by holding my legs in a position where I could move. This was bad, very bad. Tears continued. Prayers began. 

My thoughts began to wander as I thought of the grandkids. What would happen to all of the fun activities we had planned for them? When would I be able to play again? More tears.

A few hours passed as we waited to see if my body would calm. Pain persisted. Alan suggested a trip to the emergency room. Getting me in the car was difficult, but Alan managed. I’m thankful for the strength God gave my husband during this time.

The ER staff ordered scans and administered pain and anti-inflammatory medicine. Nothing helped. I was sent home with a referral to a neurosurgeon and a reminder to contact my pain doctor. More tears from me.

Over the past two weeks, I have visited the pain doctor, my family doctor, had two MRIs, a CT scan, and we’re still trying to figure out what to do about the pain. 

On a recent morning, I was able to sit at my desk and look outside. There, in the midst of my pain and complaining, God sent hummingbirds. God knows that hummingbirds are my favorite. This time, there were many flying wonders. Not one, not two, but many. God knew what I needed. Hummingbirds make me smile. I thank God for the hummingbirds.

Alan and I miss being with Rowan and Eden and their parents. Alan reminds me that this is temporary and we will be able to play one day soon. I love his positive outlook.

Another blessing is video chat with the grandkids. They understand that Mimi can’t play at this time. Eden has tried to send me some ice packs for my back. Rowan has tried to make me laugh. Precious children.

I will continue to rest, keep my body moving even if it’s slow moving, and I will continue to pray.

I’ll keep watching for the hummingbirds. I’ll praise God every day because I know He is with me.

How are things in your life? Any praises or prayer requests?

Blessings,

Mimi aka Melissa Henderson

The Library is for All Ages

Summer has arrived. School is over for the summer. Families are planning trips. Kids and adults are signed up for swim classes, art camps, jazz and ballet classes, and more. Visits to the local aquarium are scheduled. Parents, grandparents, and caregivers are seeking activities that engage the brain and keep the body active.

Along with those physical activities, we also need mental stimulation. A wonderful place to visit is the local library. Alan and I take our grandchildren, Rowan and Eden, to the library.

Our local library offers more than books. There are classes for children and adults. From games to crafts to story time, the library is filled with activities and ways to learn. We’ve created origami creatures, listened to special guests share about other countries, participated in a scavenger hunt in the children’s section, attended music hour in a special room, and sat in a window book nook to read books. 

After we have chosen books to take home, we get in line at the checkout counter, and wait our turn. A table nearby offers coloring pages, word find sheets, information about the ocean, and a calendar of upcoming events. These things are for everyone to take home. No charge.

Last year, a display near the entrance offered free seeds for everyone to take home. This gave a great learning experience for kids and adults. We planted cosmos seeds and watched beautiful plants burst from the soil providing purple and white flowers during the summer.

Another project was a plastic bag with a bean inside. Instructions on how to take care of the bean and how to watch it grow were provided. Each project offered the opportunity to share what we learned with each other.

The Summer Reading Program offers prizes for a certain amount of books read. T-shirts, bookmarks, and coupons to local eateries can be earned.

My local writer’s group, the American Christian Fiction Writers South Carolina Lowcountry chapter meets at the library on the fourth Saturday of the month. We have a private room with tables, chairs, and a television screen for online presentations. The members of the group have expressed thankfulness for the library, the staff, and the volunteers.

The children’s area is decorated with unique art pieces. From a large mural of a dinosaur to paintings and drawings by local folks, there is always something new to enjoy at the library.

Recently, as we entered the library, I realized that “Storytime for Toddlers” was finishing. Toddlers filled the children’s area. Parents and grandparents followed as the smiling young ones walked from the book shelves to the computer area to the play area. The children’s section was buzzing with sounds of laughter and stories being read aloud.

I looked at Rowan. He didn’t complain about all of the babies and toddlers. He smiled and looked at his sister Eden. Rowan was on a mission looking for books. Bop (my husband Alan) and Rowan went to look for chapter books. Eden and I went to the computer games and to find stories about baby animals.

The staff is always available to help us find a book or to offer guidance. When we enter the Wando Mount Pleasant Library, we are greeted with smiles. As we search, the staff is happy to help us find the perfect book. When we’re ready to check out, we are greeted with more smiles. Sometimes, we receive bookmarks or stickers.

Some libraries offer food programs for the summer. Free food is given to those people who need nourishment.

Looking around, I notice people sitting in comfy chairs reading newspapers. I see folks searching for books. I see people returning books at the designated area. The activity inside the building is fascinating.

The Charleston Friends of the Library Big Book Sale event was recently held at a local auditorium. Over 50,000 books were available for purchase at low prices. This event helps raise funds.

I’m thankful for libraries and librarians. I’m also thankful for authors and books. I’m an author and seeing people reading and checking out books from the library makes me smile.

Have you visited your local library? What interesting activities did you notice?

Have a blessed day,

Melissa Henderson

Fire Hydrant Protectors

Various sights capture my attention while I gaze out of my office window. A hummingbird feeder is positioned so I can enjoy the beautiful creatures as they drink nectar. The sidewalk is in full view so I can notice visitors coming to the front door. Neighbors pass by walking their dogs. On a cool morning, a new sight appeared. I was surprised to see “fire hydrant protectors”.

A white pickup truck arrived in slow motion. Two men left the vehicle. One held large papers that could have been a map. The other person wore a hard hat. They opened the back of the truck and placed the documents on the bed. Looking down, each man pointed to spots on the paper. 

Another truck pulled up behind the first one. Four men left that vehicle. Each person wore protective outerwear, including a mask and gloves. My curiosity was getting the best of me. I wanted to know about these people and why they were in our neighborhood. Watching intently, I witnessed something I’d never seen.

The two men in the first truck appeared to be the leaders. Motioning with their hands, they pointed to a fire hydrant. Next, the four men from the other vehicle moved. The scene looked like an action movie.

Each person had an assignment. Two leaders. Four workers. I sat in amazement at what happened next. With precision and dedication, each guy went to work completing his task. The first guy retrieved a tarp from the back of the truck. The second guy brought out a huge can with a long hose. The third guy used spray paint to mark a circle around the fire hydrant. Then, the first and second men held up the tarp next to the hydrant. The second guy began spraying a dull brownish-gray color on the hydrant.

The men holding the tarp ensured that no paint would land on our neighbor’s vehicles parked in their driveway. What a great method! Everyone had a job.

They worked quickly and efficiently. Moving like stealth figures, their work was completed in a few minutes. The men entered their vehicles again and moved to the next hydrant.

Before I could complain to my husband about the new color of the hydrants, another vehicle arrived and the answer was provided. This team was waiting for the fresh paint to dry. Next, a fresh bright red was applied.

I was so impressed with how the teams worked together to complete their tasks. 

Their efforts were greatly rewarded with a job well done.

The men never knew I was sitting in my office watching their every move. I’m thankful for their hard work and attention to detail. Yes, there was a bit of red paint on the grass, but that will disappear when Spring arrives and the yard covers begin growing.

How hard do we work at our jobs or passions? What happens when we work together to share His love? Do we pay attention to the way we interact with others? 

I pray that I work as hard as those men painting the fire hydrants. I pray that the glory of God will always shine in my words and actions.

Have a blessed day,

Mimi aka Melissa Henderson.

Joy Dancing

“Are you dancing?” “What are you humming?” “What’s the name of that song you are singing?’

These are questions I hear from folks almost daily. I am usually singing, humming, or dancing to songs that have special meaning to me. Sometimes, I don’t realize that I am singing aloud or moving to the beat. When asked why I am smiling while listening, singing, or dancing, I answer with a simple statement:. “I have joy in my heart because of God. How can I possibly be still when I’m filled with His love and joy?”

I recently watched our four-year-old granddaughter Eden dance. She was listening to her favorite songs. Eden sang along as she lifted her hands, twirled in circles, and moved her feet to the beat. Her joy was evident in the ways she moved. Watching Eden express her love for music and dance brings me joy.

Seven-year-old grandson Rowan likes to make up songs and sing while riding in the car. Bop and I have listened to songs about dragons, building towers, games, funny characters, and more. Rowan enjoys making us laugh with his rhyming songs.

Music and dance can bring out feelings such as happiness, love, and contentment. Song lyrics and tunes can also make us recall sad times and precious memories. I have favorite songs that are loaded onto my listening devices. Some songs are upbeat while others are slow. From instrumental to words spoken aloud, I enjoy music and dance.

I sing aloud even though my singing voice isn’t perfect. I dance while cleaning the house even though my steps aren’t professional. God listens. He hears. I believe He smiles when His children show His love through singing and dancing.

At a recent vendor event, my table was positioned next to a creek. The above photo shows the oak trees and hanging moss. I imagined the moss dancing in the Lowcountry breeze. I watched the people admiring the large oak trees. Some folks live locally and others are from various spots around the world. People of all ages were fascinated by the sights and sounds of nature.

During the special event, I read my children’s stories aloud. Folks gathered to listen to me read “Licky the Lizard” and “Grumpy the Gator”. As I read each story, I noticed the tree branches dancing in the background.

Do you sing and/or dance? Is your heart filled with joy when you sing and/or dance? Do you have a favorite song? Share your happiness with others. A song and a smile can bring brightness to the world.

Have a blessed day,

Melissa Henderson aka Mimi

Moles! Go Away!

This past summer brought excessive heat, dry grass, wilted plants that needed constant watering, and an air conditioner that wouldn’t turn off. Alan and I have learned that the Lowcountry doesn’t have long spring or winter seasons. Most years, there is a short period of cold temperatures followed by chilly weather. Then, the heat comes and stays for months. One thing we’ve never dealt with is moles in the yard. Could this be from the hot days and nights or something else? Standing on the front porch, I scream “Moles! Go away!”

Near the end of summer, we noticed that the mulch in our flower beds needed replacing. The nice man who mows our grass suggested putting down new mulch. The yard team would remove the old parts, put them in bags, and haul everything away. Next, they would apply a new covering on the ground. We agreed and the team went to work. After two days of sweat and back-breaking labor, the job was completed. The flower beds were beautiful.

About a week later, Alan and I noticed mounds of dirt piled next to the edges of the sidewalk. It was a strange sight. We determined they weren’t ant hills. This was a different disruption of the soil. Of course, I went to the computer and searched for possibilities. The answer was soon found. MOLES!!!!

We had not seen any moles. The more we researched, the more we learned. Those creatures dig tunnels under the ground and live in the mulch. What! Mulch! Had the moles been in the flower beds and we never saw them? Perhaps they were disturbed when the yard guys worked in the soil. The cause was unknown, but we began a mission trying to get rid of the moles.

First, we spoke to neighbors. A few other folks on our street had seen mole hills in their yard.

One man said to get a grub killer because moles eat grubs. No grubs, no moles. 

That was plan number one. We purchased the suggested treatment and applied it to the ground. The next morning, there was more damage from the moles. I could picture them laughing at the big people trying to get rid of them.

Second suggestion. “Try placing a stick of gum into the holes. They aren’t able to digest.” That didn’t work—another failed attempt.

Third, we purchased several devices to place in the ground. These things make a buzzing sound every few seconds and are supposed to deter the animals from being in the yard. Again, another failed action.

Fourth. Find a tunnel and put a trap in the ground. That’s great if the ground isn’t as hard as a rock. In other words, it didn’t work. 

Fifth. Spray the yard with castor oil. Don’t bother with that one.

Sixth. Visit the local “we have a solution for every yard issue” place. Their ideas didn’t work either. 

My frustration was at an all-time high level. At the beginning of this situation, I had researched companies that might help. The answer was always the same. “We don’t get rid of moles. But, if you have a gator or a rat or something like that, call us.”

With my nerves on edge, I sat at the computer again and saw my little sticky note that said, “PRAY FIRST”. I realized that I had not given this silly mole problem to God.

I paused and prayed. Opening my eyes, the search on my computer listed a company that specifically handles getting rid of moles. That company information didn’t appear the first time I searched on the computer, a month ago. Why was this phone number and company name showing now? Was it because I prayed?

Alan contacted the mole company and a representative arrived the next day. I must report that I looked outside and saw Alan, two neighbors, and the mole guy, discussing what was sure to be a lively mole conversation. I chuckled.

So far, the moles have not destroyed any other sections of the yard. Eight white flags show where the traps are located. The company rep will return and check the traps.

This experience reminded me that God knew what was needed. He always knows. I smiled. God shows us in many different ways that we should always trust Him. Give everything to God. Problems like moles invading the yard are not too big for God. There is nothing God can’t handle. 

Now, instead of “Moles! Go Away!”, I am saying, “The yard looks pretty.”

Have you had moles in your yard? Have you prayed to God for something simple?

Have a blessed day,

Mimi aka Melissa Henderson