My family recently moved to a new house. I wasn’t sure at first if I would like the new house, because I had only ever lived in our old house. I love our new house, though. It is much larger than our old house and has room for nearly everything. We have a much bigger yard now, a large part of which we plan to dig up next spring for a garden. The house is surrounded by big, tall trees and we have seen many different kinds of birds. We have a beautiful view from almost every window, and a very nice park nearby. Our house is so much better than our previous one, and at first it seemed I could find nothing wrong with it... until last night.
I was aware that there were raccoons that frequented our yard, but so far they hadn’t been too much of a nuisance. Other than knocking over a flowerpot on our deck, they had been very quiet.
Last night (or rather, early this morning) I was awoken by the sound of something running around… above me. Now, at our old house we had birds that delighted in hopping around on the roof above my room to wake me up, so I was pretty used to hearing that kind of noise. I started to go back to sleep, realizing that it was probably raccoons on the roof, but it grew louder and louder, until I was sure they must be in the attic. I finally went to my parents’ room and woke them up just to be reassured that the coons were actually on the roof, and not in the attic. My parents had also heard the raucous raccoons, and Daddy tried to scare them away by pounding on the ceiling. (Which woke my brother, who sleeps downstairs and thus was still blissfully asleep, undisturbed by the coons.) That didn’t work, but no one could think of anything better to do, so we all just tried to go back to sleep.
That wasn’t easy, though, because every time they would quiet down and I would start to fall asleep, they would come back noisier than ever, and startle me awake. I know that they probably weren’t actually being malicious, but it sure seemed like it at the time.
So, there I was at 2:00 in the morning, wide awake, listening to the raccoon football game going on above me. I started to get irritated. Why couldn’t the coons have played over the living room? Why did it have to be over my room? I needed to be sleeping. Then I realized, maybe I was supposed to be awake. Perhaps God wanted me to pray about something. I started to pray, and after a while I didn’t notice the raccoons so much. It was so nice to have some (relatively) quiet time to be still and talk to God. I think the coons were sent to wake me up just for that. I needed it.
It reminded me that “…All things work together for good to them that love God, to them that are the called according to his purpose” (Romans 8:28)God can make anything work for our good –even raccoons at two in the morning! : )
I was aware that there were raccoons that frequented our yard, but so far they hadn’t been too much of a nuisance. Other than knocking over a flowerpot on our deck, they had been very quiet.
Last night (or rather, early this morning) I was awoken by the sound of something running around… above me. Now, at our old house we had birds that delighted in hopping around on the roof above my room to wake me up, so I was pretty used to hearing that kind of noise. I started to go back to sleep, realizing that it was probably raccoons on the roof, but it grew louder and louder, until I was sure they must be in the attic. I finally went to my parents’ room and woke them up just to be reassured that the coons were actually on the roof, and not in the attic. My parents had also heard the raucous raccoons, and Daddy tried to scare them away by pounding on the ceiling. (Which woke my brother, who sleeps downstairs and thus was still blissfully asleep, undisturbed by the coons.) That didn’t work, but no one could think of anything better to do, so we all just tried to go back to sleep.
That wasn’t easy, though, because every time they would quiet down and I would start to fall asleep, they would come back noisier than ever, and startle me awake. I know that they probably weren’t actually being malicious, but it sure seemed like it at the time.
So, there I was at 2:00 in the morning, wide awake, listening to the raccoon football game going on above me. I started to get irritated. Why couldn’t the coons have played over the living room? Why did it have to be over my room? I needed to be sleeping. Then I realized, maybe I was supposed to be awake. Perhaps God wanted me to pray about something. I started to pray, and after a while I didn’t notice the raccoons so much. It was so nice to have some (relatively) quiet time to be still and talk to God. I think the coons were sent to wake me up just for that. I needed it.
It reminded me that “…All things work together for good to them that love God, to them that are the called according to his purpose” (Romans 8:28)God can make anything work for our good –even raccoons at two in the morning! : )
2 comments:
I am so excited that you have wildlife at your new house! ;)
Yes, wildlife is exciting, and nice to have around...in moderation. :)
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