James took the 3 older kids fishing (the same day Beier and I went strawberry picking) and before they got to the “perfect spot” they stopped off for bait. Oh, the bait they got! They purchased a cheap bunch of fiddler crabs (like 60 for $5 or something cheap). And while fishing, as it got boring, the 3 children started playing with the crabs. They put them in the Rubbermaid bucket (yes, taking all the fishing supplies out) and when it was time to leave, they were horrified that James wanted to release them into the water. They were planning to bring them home to show little brother Beier!
When I saw those little crabs (35 of them to be exact), they had already discussed the uniqueness between a boy a girl fiddler crab and how to tell the difference. Ignoring the fact that Daddy had caught dinner (Red and Sheepshead fish)…and the usual “dissection class” held immediately after a fishing expedition. It was all about those tiny little cheap crabs.
Then the moment came, what to do with the crabs? James suggested we throw them in the hole with the fish remains. Horrified Children gave him one glance, and immediately we formed a plan to create the perfect Fiddler Crab Habitat. PetSmart, here we come. I now know how to make my own salt water.
They have loved those silly little crabs (all 4 weeks of them). We hold “Crab Races” in the bathtub, and watch them burrow in the rocks. Then, in the silence of the middle of the night (when I get my best work done) I will awaken to the sound of something going wrong…OH MY GOODNESS, the cat (named Baby Boy) has climbed inside the tank, snatched out a crab and is playing with it on the floor. Bad kitty! We waited up one night and caught him in the act. The little crabs pinch his paws, and he has figured out a way to tap them on the back and then scoop up quickly into his mouth, onto the floor, for PLAYTIME!! (there was no way we were going to splurge for a lid)
Now, we have to do a “Crab Check” every day and count the little pets, if one is missing…everyone keep your eyes out for a crab! At a moments notice, they just walk up and wave their claws to be put back into the tank.
I think every situation in my life relates back to how Jesus is working on me…am I sometimes like the crab, found lost in a weird environment, waving my claws to be put back in my “normal”? Or am I like Baby Boy, pushing the envelope to get what I shouldn’t have. Not noticing the hurt I could be causing? Only way to know? Seek Him Daily. Yep, that’s what I have to keep doing (lots of times I fail). Thank you Lord, for showing me a real-life example of needing You.
Monday’s always seem so busy…I hope this helps encourage you to take a brief “moment” and pray that you are right where He wants you to be.