Blessed to be Broken

This is a post I made on my social media account two years ago. Thought I’d share with you all since the latest escapade with my slithery rivals isn’t nearly as traumatic. Although, I must say, any encounter with a snake is a heart palpitating, panic infused, mind racing event. Now, if you don’t like snakes, please stop here.

Mooser moose to the rescue. A few days ago Moose was outside. I went out to fill the bird feeder and he kept barking at something. I went over and thought it was a piece of grass on the front stoop. So I kicked the grass away and went back to my task to fill the feeder. Moose began barking again.

I went back to see what Moose was so upset about. I looked at the stoop and there it was. Sweet baby Jesus!A snake tail trapped under my screen door. So, if the tail was under the screen door, where was the #$!?*@ head?

My heart immediately started racing and I sprang into action. I ran around to the side door and went to the kitchen cabinet and grabbed my bright pink rubber gloves. Because, neon pink rubber gloves make housework fun, right?

I hurriedly put them on and then went to the butcher block containing my kitchen knives. I secured my hand around the biggest butcher knife and pulled it out. Where’s Crocodile Dundee when you need him? I ran over to the front door and took inventory of the situation.

The snakes head and a good portion of its nasty, slithery body was in the house, trapped under the front door. Check your door seals people!

I lifted the knife up and slammed it down on the head of the snake and it sliced the head off. I had to do it one more time as there was still a tiny bit still attached. Only by the grace of God did I manage to hit it in the same spot. Blood splattered.

After severing its nasty head, the mouth was still opening and closing. Shivers! I ran back to the kitchen cabinet and grabbed a plastic bag to cover it’s head.

I called my son in my continued state of panic. After he got done laughing at my story, he told me to grab the kitchen tongs. Brilliant! I for sure had no plan of what to do after the murder. You need people to help after the fact. If you don’t have people, get some!

I went back outside to the front door. I opened the screen door. There was the body of the snake, in between the front and screen doors. Still moving. Are you freaking kidding me?

I grabbed the body with the tongs. I opened the front door and lifted the body up and carried it out back and threw it in the brush. Then I went back and picked up the serpent head and threw that in the road.

My thought was there wasn’t enough vehicles traveling the road to run it over and annihilate into oblivion. After all that, I went inside and cleaned up the scene of the crime.

I have prayed over my house since I moved in. One of the prayers is that nothing is able to get in my house that is not authorized by God. Y’all! That snake tried and how it got trapped in between the doors is beyond my comprehension.

Where the strength and courage came from to do what I did, is also beyond me. The whole time I was scared out of my freaking mind. All I knew is I didn’t want that snake slithering around in the house. How I didn’t see it entering the house befuddles me. That’s a fun word, befuddle.

I share this as a reminder that life moves quickly. We don’t always know what’s on the opposite side of the door. For that snake, it was a crazy lady with a knife.

Be careful what door you walk through. There’s only a split second between life and death. The enemy comes to kill, steal, and destroy. Jesus came to give you life. Choose wisely.