A Superior Mouse

The Lord has promised to bring me back twice over. Once like Lazarus ftom the tomb; another time like Job from terrible loss and suffering.

So, little Cocoa, the fancy brown mouse, from the pet store next to the Berean Bible shop, was a hero to our family in Florida.

From her I learned the value of a small being. I realized to let her be important. Because she was.

One of the things that I have finally accepted is that she reflected my sufferings. Such a beautiful bit of female.

She was fat. Like me! She must have had some kind of hormonal disorder. She couldn’t poop in her cage, only when you took her out and let her run around. So, she had the run of the place! i realize now that that must have been traumatizing for her.

So, I have to finally let her go. So I can come back from the dead myself.

I so loved that little brown mouse.