Bats
Posted on Tuesday, June 10, 2008 by oneP3 | (0) Comments
Bats
By: Katie
We had a bat in the house one night. I woke up and thought I saw one, but I convinced myself that I was dreaming. The next morning, sure enough, there was a bat in the house. I called a neighbor, he came over and got rid of the yucky rat with wings. I was relieved. 3 days later, it was 4AM, I had started to let the dog sleep in my room. She was acting weird. I turned on my bedroom n light and a bat flew right over my head. I ran out of the room and shut the door….the dog was right behind me. I secured the kids doors and headed down stairs. Who was I going to call at 4AM? I was afraid for my kids…..I had no idea what to do or who to call. I sat with my address/phone book in my lap praying, begging God to show me who to call. I kept going to check on my kids. I finally grabbed the dogs leash and hit the street. My glasses where in the room with the bat….so I was as blind as a bat. That was lame….but true. I went to a few neighbors houses, rang some bells…no one came. It was dark outside and the dog and I stood in the middle of the street looking at houses that had families…many people who could help, yet I was standing there alone. I felt like the Persistent widow in the bible….in Luke 18. Desperate but not giving up. I finally found a neighbor who heard the bell and came to help me. He got the bat out of my house and the dog and I went back to bed. I did not even know his name…..although I took him a thank you note the next day with the name “BATMAN” on it. I laid in my bed and cried. I called PP and told her how lonely I was and how this stupid bat reminded me that I was alone. Needless to say, the dog got a place in bed next to me from that night on.
How funny that that flying yucky could remind me of how bad my situation was. I was in my house where I felt safe….yet one little bat rocked my world. The loneliness of that night gets to me. The needing help and not knowing where to get it. I hate feeling helpless and I have spent so many months trying to be strong and move on with all I needed to do. I look back on that and see that sometimes God gives us little “bats” to remind us that we need Him. As sad as it was, I know he was pleased with me crying out to him to meet my needs.