Reflections from the Heart of Allan Redenius
Growing up on the farm, the house we lived in was really, really old. It wasn’t a log cabin, but it was the kind of house that Dad would stack straw bales outside around the foundation to help keep it warm in the winter. There were plenty of wintry mornings when I could write my name on the frosty wall of my bedroom.
Now on occasion, as I came down from my upstairs bedroom, Mr. Mouse would greet me on the steps. Not being very friendly, he would always scamper away to his house…. someplace in my house.
One day, when I was ten or twelve, I was standing at the kitchen counter. Now I had heard of a mouse running up your pant leg, but I had never experienced it. Never experienced it, until that day.
Zoom, up he went with me jumping and screaming, “A mouse ran up my pants!” I had grabbed it through my trousers, just past my knee and though I was squeezing, I knew he would be a survivor. Dad was there to the rescue. He took over the squeezing part. I knew the mouse was now a goner. “Take off your pants,” came the order. Gladly, I stepped out of them. Dad let go of the mouse in my pants and instead of a dead mouse rolling out, a marble rolled out. You see, I carried a few marbles in my pocket for recess at school. What I didn’t know is that my pocket had a hole in it. 😊
It wasn’t a mouse running up my pant leg, it was a marble rolling down. Go figure!
Here’s my advice. Beware of things that are not as they seem to be. Here’s a helpful hint if you’re around mice. Tie your pant legs tight around your ankles.
Oh, how I thank God for the memories!
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