As an aspiring gardener, I am not a fan of squirrels. They seem to take unholy delight in digging up bulbs, nipping the stems of flowers in half, taking a single bite out of nearly-ripe strawberries, scooping dirt from potted plants and flinging it around balconies.
I’m a fairly chill person most of the time, but squirrels can really get me going. I respect their acrobatic abilities and admit that their problem solving skills are impressive. But when it comes to gardening, I am decidely anti-squirrel.
So, last week at The Dale’s outdoor church service I was taken by surprise during our community prayer time. Our beloved friend Marlene was sharing about things for which she is grateful (something that she does frequently and poignantly), and she said, with utter sincerity, “I thank God for squirrels, and their cute little faces.”
As per usual, prayer time at The Dale left me humbled and astonished. Gratitude for squirrels. What a thought.
While I will likely remain annoyed with squirrels, I am also going to try to appreciate their cute little faces… For Marlene.