I’m Little but…..

Squirrel at a park in Daytona

Squirrel at a park in Daytona

Thought you might enjoy this sent to me by a friend. Not sure how it was done, but National Geographic was involved.

A couple of verses come to mind:

But God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty; (1 Corinthians 1:27 KJV)

Call unto me, and I will answer thee, and shew thee great and mighty things, which thou knowest not. (Jeremiah 33:3 KJV)

If he watches out for these two, how much more does God watch out for us?

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4 thoughts on “I’m Little but…..

  1. Thanks for the delightful picture of the squirrel at Daytona. Squirrels are one of the most beautiful rodents made by God. (Since my wife has the energy of a squirrel I am reminded of her whenever I see a squirrel, so I have a special love for squirrels.) Years ago my mother-in-law’s neighbor, Bob, while at work, found a baby squirrel whose parents were missing (probably killed). The next-door neighbors (Bob and Mary) “adopted” the orphaned squirrel and named him “Rocky”. Mary would feed Rocky with a “baby bottle” that belonged to a child’s doll set, until he was old enough to eat other food. Mary would feed Rocky during the day, and soothe him with gentle words. Also, Mary would put Rocky in a doll bed, at night, covering him up with a small “blanket” — a daily custom that Rocky became used to. The little squirrel continued to grow, apparently assuming that Bob & Mary’s house was “home”, — Rocky really had the run of the house! When Mary would visit my mother-in-law she would often have her wee squirrel running up and down her shoulders, back, head, and arms — because Rocky considered Mary as “Mama”. (Even today I have a vague memory of Rocky squirrel happily sitting on someone’s head — but not for long!) If you were a friend of Bob and Mary, Rocky would trust you as a “friend”, — so Rocky would let you hold him in your hand, or cradle him as you sat or walked around. Many weeks later Rocky was attracted to the huge sycamore tree that shadowed the land between my mother-in-law’s house and that of Bob & Mary. But at sunset Rocky would voluntarily return to Mary, to be covered up with his blanket in his little doll bed. In time, however, Rocky discovered the world of trees — which is the world God made for squirrels. Soon afterwards Rocky appears to have met a female squirrel, in the branches of that huge sycamore tree, and one day he chose not to return to Mary at sunset. Rocky had finally discovered his God-given instinct to “be fruitful, multiply, and fill [his arboreal part of] the earth”. When Mary would walk from her house, to my mother-in-law’s house, she could look up at the sycamore branches high above her head. Frequently one particular squirrel would stop his scampering — just long enough to look down at Mary, — as if he remembered who she was. Then he would go back to hopping and jumping in the tree branches. That was years ago (and my mother-in-law is now 101 years old), and the years have flown by quickly. The Bible assures us that the time will come, after the Lord Jesus returns to Earth, when even the wild animals will be safe for humans, and friendly like pets (Isaiah 11:1-10). The world is a rough place to live in, now, — even for squirrels like Rocky, — but some day, sooner or later, that will all change. “Even so, come, Lord Jesus!”

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  2. Thanks for both your comments. I too was rooting for the squirrel. But it is the way it is and sometimes the outcome is different. The Lord did promise to provide for ALL His critters.

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