Hello,
Mr. Frog …
One
of my favorite sounds of spring is the croaking of fogs on our pond.
It's a very soothing sound for me. It's such a sound of rebirth
compared to the harsh whistling of the cold winds of winter.
So,
as I began to be entertained by the frogs a few weeks ago, I was down
in my basement doing some laundry when my thoughts turned to spiders.
I'm not a huge fan of them. I had the passing thought that I could
use a frog in my basement to eat the spiders. I live in a little old
farmhouse and I gave myself a chuckle with the thought.
As
I came up my basement stairs, I said a prayer. “Dear, Lord; Could
you please send me an angel to rid my house of spiders? This I pray
in the name of Jesus, Amen.”
I
never thought anymore about it.
A
few days later, we had a thunderstorm and water came into my
unfinished basement. Clean up ensued.
Later,
when I was back upstairs at the computer, I heard a single frog
croaking.
I
smiled.
Opening
up the basement door and standing at the top at the stairway, I sure
enough heard the frog croak again. I said, “Hello, Mr. Frog.”
Then
I realized that I needed to thank God for my angel to rid my house of
spiders. Who knew it would be a frog?
