The Summer of Snakes

The saga continues…..

The other morning my husband had taken our furry boy out for his morning walk. Upon his re-entry to the carport he was surprised.

And not pleasantly I might add. Our jeep was sitting in its usual spot and out of the hubcap poked the head of a snake. This is the fourth snake we have seen in our yard this summer. My hubby had a plastic bat with him (he takes it to chase off the crazy unleashed dogs in the neighborhood), so his natural inclination was to hit at it.

It hissed at him and disappeared back into the hub cap.

Our Jeep. Our fun vehicle. We love to go “jeep’in” as often as possible. It now was tainted. No, I would not ride in it again.  My word…I was worried about my own car now!

We searched for every secret hiding place we could find. The first time I rode in it after the “snake incident” I kept my arms folded in front of me and my feet together. Yeah, that would stop a snake going up my leg!

This must be like being bucked off a horse and forcing yourself to get on and ride again. We are going to go “Jeep’in” again.

And also kind of like this book I am writing.

I know I am suppose to finish it. But I put it off and find a million other things to do. Why? Because I am afraid of that snake poking his silly head out of the hubcap! “What if it isn’t good?” “What if people don’t like it?” “Who do I think I am?”

But I know from past experience when the Father lays something on my heart, I must follow. He has never led me astray yet.

What are you afraid of? Don’t let that “snake in the hub cap” scare you and keep you from doing what you know you are to do…..

And yes, I am working on the book.

~Be Encouraged Today~


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