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Have you ever felt like a mouse running round on one of those wheels, an endless repetitive cycle, round and round and round…

 

Once there was a little mouse. He was living a seemingly happy mousey life in a  mouse home with fresh food and water every day and a clean bed of straw to lie on. Best of all, he had a big wheel that he could run round and round and round in. He could control the direction and how fast or slow it went. It never did anything unexpected and never went anywhere but round. His home was perched high on an old window ledge and he often spent his days running around in his wheel, gazing out at the beautiful fields beyond. “What are they like I wonder” he said to no-one in particular. His kind master had told him he wouldn’t be staying in this home for long; he had something much bigger and much better in store for this little mouse. As for the wheel, well the master hadn’t put it there; it had been there all along. Every now and again his master would put something new in the cage or scoop him out to hold him but the little mouse didn’t want anything to do with that. All he wanted was what he knew was safe and what he could control. And so he ran round and round and round.

As the days wore into weeks and the weeks into months he thought more and more about the lovely fields. “There must be more than this old house”. But no, how could an old mouse like him live out there and what would he do to survive? He wasn’t too sure about his master’s plan either. What if he didn’t like it, what if it was scary, what if, what if, what if? And what would he do without his wheel? At least he could control his wheel. Out there, well who knew what would become of him? He became restless, irritable and discontent knowing that somehow he was made for more than this and yet he didn’t know what that something was. “I don’t think this home is the best thing for me” said the mouse one day “and I’m not too sure I can trust my master. I must escape and go and find those fields”.

With this exciting plan in mind the little mouse waits for the next time the door to his home is opened and he darts out. How big everything is, how bright, how exciting!  Surely he will find what he’s looking for out here. He ran and ran and ran until he found himself facing a huge door. So excited was the little mouse that he didn’t pause to wonder what was beyond and so under the door he squeezed. He ran some more until he realised he was very tired and very hungry. The light was fading and he was alone. Suddenly the little mouse didn’t feel so brave and wasn’t sure he’d made the right decision. Seeing a small light glinting nearby he ran over only to find himself at another door and tantalising smells filled his little twitching nose. In anticipation of what he might find he crawls under the door and goes off searching of its source. A pantry!  A beautiful, big, food filled pantry with everything a bored, frustrated and discontent little mouse could want. He starts to eat and eat and eat. His little belly gets fatter and he feels good. Surely this is the way a little mouse should live! He has all the food he wants and he has found a little hole in the wall that he can hide in to sleep.

Days wore into weeks and the weeks into months and the little mouse started to miss the comforting voice of his master. He missed his warm bed and not having to search for food and most of all he missed his wheel; his stable, predictable wheel. One day while scampering about in the pantry the most delightful scent fills his little pink nose. With his whiskers trembling in excitement of what he might find he follows the almost palpable smell. And there it is; a big piece of cheese! As he moves closer he realises another mouse has found the cheese first and yet something isn’t right. This other mouse is very still. In timid darts he makes his way to the other mouse only to discover why it is so still. “Oh this is bad” he said in a squeaky frightened voice “this is very bad”. He knew he could no longer return to the pantry; it was not a safe place for him anymore. For days he hid in his hole wishing his master would rescue him until finally the gnawing pains in his belly forced him to tentatively peek his head out. He knew he needed food. Maybe there was another pantry or maybe something even better. “That’s it” he thought “I just need to explore some more, take control of my own destiny”. He darted out of his hole and scurried across the floor towards and then under the door. For only the second time in his life he found himself outside. But it was noisy and bright and the little mouse felt oh so timid. “I wish my master were here to help me” he thought wistfully. A faint smell drifted by, a faint but very, very good smell! Once again following his nose he came upon a mountain of food. Nothing was wrapped, nothing in containers; it was as if it were made just for him. And so he began to eat the decaying scraps. It didn’t quite taste as good as it smelt but what choice did he have? He made a small home under the scraps, it was damp and smelly but it would do. His nights were cold and his days spent avoiding all the new dangers he was encountering. “This isn’t nearly as fun as I thought it would be” said the little mouse slowly. “I want to go home. Maybe my master can be trusted after all”. He didn’t know how to get there and was too proud to ask for help and days wore into weeks and the weeks into months.

One day he found a great treasure, a scrap of food barely a day old! It was too heavy to move but he desperately wanted it and so sat there on the top of the compost heap eating as fast as his little teeth would allow. So busy was the little mouse, he failed to realise he was being stalked. Out of nowhere a huge shadow loomed over him and as the mouse looked up all he could see was the grinning face of a cat! A gigantic paw with long, sharp claws swiped at him, opening large gashes on his back. He squealed in terror and began to run as fast as his little legs could carry him. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been running or where he even was but exhausted, he had to stop. Resigning himself to fate he lay down, closed his eyes and curled his tail around his body.

“Hey there little fella, this isn’t a safe place for you” boomed a voice. The mouse’s eyes sprung open and he found himself staring into the kind face of his master! Could it be that his master had found him? And would he take him home knowing he might run away again?  To his astonishment the rough but gentle hands of his master lifted him from the ground and placed him in a warm pouch. Not knowing what was to become of him all he could do was sleep, he was so tired. The mouse woke not long after when he was lifted out of the pouch and into his old home. There was a little water bowl, a very inviting pile of straw and fresh food. And most exciting of all, his big white wheel stood in the centre of his home. “Don’t worry little fella” said his rescuer “it won’t be long ‘til you have your strength back and are ready to face the adventure I have in store for you”. The mouse still wasn’t so sure about that but he was too tired to think much about it and while his master tended his wounds the little mouse drifted off to sleep.

Days later he was strong again and running round and round and round on his wheel. He was back in control! Sometimes his master would try to talk to him but he was so busy concentrating on running in his wheel all he heard was noise. And again his master would put new things in his home or scoop him out to show the little mouse what he had in store for him, however all the little mouse wanted was his wheel. Days wore into weeks and the weeks into months and once again the little mouse began to feel restless, irritable and discontent. He knew outside was unsafe but he wasn’t entirely happy where he was either. “At least I’m in control” he thought running even faster on his wheel. One day his master sat down next to his little home and scoped him out. Cradling him gently in his hands he said “Come now little one, it’s time to move to a new phase of this grand adventure? Don’t worry, I’ll still be looking after you, you can trust me”. The little mouse trembled. He wasn’t so sure about this. How could this man, kind as he’s been, know what’s best for a little mouse? “I can’t trust him” he thought. The little mouse leapt off the man’s hand, back into his home and onto his wheel. “This is a safe place, this is what I know and trust” he said to himself. His master looked down sadly at the mouse. “I won’t force you little one” he said “but if only you’d trust me. The plans I have for you are so much better than your wheel”. But the little mouse didn’t hear. He was too busy concentrating on controlling his wheel. And he ran round and round and round….

Proverbs 3:5-6 Trust God from the bottom of your heart; don’t try to figure out everything on your own. Listen for God’s voice in everything you do, everywhere you go; he’s the one who will keep you on track.

Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.

Psalm 139:1-18  You have searched me, Lord, and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. Before a word is on my tongue you, Lord, know it completely. You hem me in behind and before, and you lay your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain. Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast. If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,” even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you. For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. How precious to me are your thoughts,God! How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand—when I awake, I am still with you.