The burbs. I love them. I was raised in the suburbs. I’ve raised my family in the suburbs. The manicured lawns, close proximity to shops, restaurants, and schools, make the burbs this girl’s ideal place to live. Unlike living on a farm or the inner city, one of the things I love best about the suburbs is that it is a rat-free zone. NO RATS ALLOWED. It’s an unwritten code between rats and people; rats don’t dare tread in suburbia. They have the inner city sewers and farm fields in which to live happily ever after.
At least that was my experience until we moved to a meticulously planned community in sunny Florida. Florida is crawling with creatures many of us don’t see for a lifetime unless of course you move there and then they are everywhere: alligators lumbering from golf course to golf course, Sandhill cranes crossing roads with their newborns, sharks swimming in the gulf, but the one that caused me to lose my mind was (pretend you hear the soundtrack to jaws in the back ground) the fruit rat. If your neighbor has any kind of fruit trees in her backyard, chances are you will encounter rats in yours. And that’s what happened to us.
Sitting in the backyard, enjoying the cool spring evening breeze, my husband, Mark, and I heard a rustle in the bushes. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a black tail going in and out of the fence posts. I thought it was a snake until I saw its furry body and beady eyes. It definitely was not a snake but a rat…oh yeah…a disgusting rat. Like any normal red-blooded American female, I screamed bloody murder, and commanded my husband to obliterate it! My husband couldn’t find it so we thought it was one and done but oh no; night after night we saw a parade of rats running along our fence. I. WAS. SERIOUSLY.GROSSED. OUT. We set traps and strategically placed poison throughout the yard. We even pleaded with our neighbor to cut down her orange tree. She did not. So, the problem continued. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, we found the little monsters nestled underneath our Rubbermaid storage shed in the corner of our yard. So here’s the deal. My mind snapped and I went into Boss Lady Mode. I directed my fifteen year old son to tear down that storage shed and get rid of their nest.
While I was at work the next day, my son, called me yelling, “Mom, there are so many of them! I can’t get them all!” “What do you mean? Can’t get what?” “I’m shooting the rats with my BB gun.” “What? Your BB gun?” So, I’m hearing this scene play out over my cell while I’m at work. At first I thought he was crazy for trying to kill the rats with a BB gun, but at that point, my fifteen year old son was my knight in shining armor and I didn’t care. Totally in the zone, forgetting I was at work, I started screaming into the phone, “Get em! Get as many as you can!” I wanted those rats EVICTED from my property. I wanted, no, I needed those rats evicted off the face of the planet.
My plan of action worked. With no storage shed for a hiding place, poison in every corner, and the threat of death by bb gun, the rats eventually left. Victory was mine! My burbs were safe once again.
God has set us up for victory too. Satan wants nothing more than to steal, kill and destroy us. However, God made a way for us to overcome the enemy and evict him out of our lives by the blood of the lamb and the word of our testimony. We have to resist him every day. He is the father of lies and wants us to believe every single lie he puts before us, and when we hear the voice of less in our minds, we need to counter act it by speaking the truth; the Word of God. James 4:7 says, “Resist the devil and he will flee.” We resist him by speaking the Word of God, worshiping, sharing our testimonies, and staying in His presence. Stand firm and learn to evict the enemy out of your life!