The room was deadly quiet. I crawled into bed with heavy eyelids and waited for sleep to arrive. Just when I began to doze off something sinister arrived.
I heard a loud scratching noise that sat me straight up in bed faster than a jack in the box. I fumbled around for the light switch and intently listened.
It sounded like a cat scratching. I followed the sound which led to an interior wall by my bathroom. I put my ear to the wall just when the scratching began in earnest. I would describe it as panic scratching, like get me out of here type scratching.
I had no doubt I was listening to a frantic mouse trapped inside my wall. There was nothing I could do without tearing the wall apart so I reluctantly went back to bed.
That night I listened to his frenzied scratching for one hour, then two, when hour three approached with the mouse still going strong a brilliant thought came my way. I just finished a study on how great men of God took their every single need to Him in prayer. Now I needed God’s help with this mouse in my house.
As the mouse scratched I prayed.
“Lord you are creator of heaven, earth, and every living creature. At your command all nature obeys. Lord I know you hear my prayer and understand how helpless I am with this trapped mouse. Please Lord command this mouse out of my house.”
After my prayer I didn’t hear the scratching. I walked over to the wall and listened. The scratching had stopped. Filled with joy I triumphantly crawled back into bed. I fluffed my pillows and laid my head down. I just finished thanking God for answering my prayer when the scratching started all over again.
I jumped out of bed hurried over to the wall and this time I placed my hand against the wall where the mouse was scratching and earnestly prayed.
“Father, I need your help, I need to know you hear my prayer and care about the little things in my life. Please Lord send this mouse away.”
I finished my prayer, removed my hand from the wall, and guess what happened?”
Nothing, the mouse kept on with its irritating scratching most of the night.
I went to sleep that night muttering like the Israelites in the wilderness. “Why didn’t you answer my prayer Lord?”
The next morning I woke up still irritated over my prayer life. I opened my bible for morning devotions--- A little reluctantly I might add. I told the Lord my morning devotions would have been a lot more joyful if he would have answered my prayer last night.
As I sat there with my bible open on my lap I heard a voice. It wasn’t an audible voice, but it spoke to my soul with a very powerful and distinct message. The voice asked me a question.
“John, when Jesus cursed the fig tree did the disciples see the results immediately?”
I answered, “No Lord, not till the next day.”
The voice said, “So it is with the mouse.”
I had never experienced an encounter like this one. I checked my wall all day long and never heard a scratch. That night I eagerly went to bed. I intently listened for scratching well into the night but heard nothing. The scratching never returned.
What did I learn? Patience, God answers all prayer in His own time even if it’s a mouse of a prayer.
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