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Mice Like Giants

I remember meeting you.  
I was sitting in the cold mud underneath my momma's porch, I remember that was the first time, at the tender age of 8 that I wanted to die.  
Then here you came, you scurried along the copper water line, my mind jumping track from death to life, while I frantically grabbed my miniature fish net.  
I scooped you up and held you tight in my dirty little hands.  
I remember your big black eyes and soft fur with white on your chest.  
Your big eyes seemed to still my scared pounding heart.  
All of my confusing emotions of that day.  
The day my mom called me stupid.  
The day I dropped her four hundred dollar dog accidentally.  
She left me there, all alone while she rushed the dog to the vet.  
As I sat there also hating myself just as much as she seemed to hate me, I remember death crossed my mind.  
Dropping a dog was worthy of death.  
Somehow I thought if I was dead my mom would feel better.  
As I held you tight in my hand I remember thinking I wanted to keep you...forever.  
As I searched for a container, you squeaked and squirmed, but you never bit me.  
I found an old plastic tub and stuck you in it.  
You looked miserable lol  
I threw grass and sticks in, and of course some cheese.  
In my mind a castle any mouse would be happy to live in.
But somehow you were still miserable, so I felt bad enough and decided to let you go.  
I softly grabbed you and placed you back where I found you, I let go and you looked at me for a second then slowly made your way out of my view.  
It's funny, I'm 42 now, and there are days that the thought of you still gets me through.  
Like, God sent you, a little mouse to comfort my heart that day.  
Since then, he has sent many more mice, metaphorically speaking, ( not at all referencing friends being beneath me, but giants towering above me dispensing love) and I am grateful and thankful for every one.  
There is honor in protecting the innocent, the lost and broken.  
I was all three that day, and I serve a mighty God, he owns the whirlwind and the snow, and I thank him for the soft landing in place of a hard fall.  
He didn't let the lion devour me that day, he simply placed armor on a mouse.  
Written by Anna41_
Published | Edited 16th Jan 2024
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