Have you ever realized that in the midst of your troubles, the small things keep you grounded? It has been a rough couple of days as I deal with a mouse problem in my house. The landlord and I have had a few hard conversations as he has a cat and his place had one but the cat got it and so they have not come back to his place it seems. My place, on the other hand, has been a party zone. I have provided them with enough chocolate that they should be signing up for a weight loss program real soon. I have slept very little in the past few days. Just as I doze off, I awaken to them scurrying around my bedroom. The sleep deprivation has left me irritable and unwell.

In it all, I have tried to keep my eyes on Goodness and tonight I realize a number of small things have saved me from completely losing it. I had an incident yesterday–an exchange with a stranger at a store–that reminded me I am a generous person even when I do not think twice about doing something and expect others would have done the same. As I walked back to my car, I found myself marveling at my resilience on some levels.

I am so grateful for the people who have reached out over Facebook and given me advice and friends who have checked in with me to ensure I am doing ok. It has been a long haul and I think an end is in sight. The cleaning spree now needs to begin and in my weary state I cannot even contemplate this so will leave it until later in the week. I will only have to disinfect again if they are not gone yet. The exterminators came today and so I am hopeful that the mice will be gone in the next day or so. With any luck (and many prayers) I hope that they do not return in a few weeks.

The street seems to be infested. Two of my neighbours have them. A friend a few blocks away has them running around in their walls. The street is pretty sleepless. We perhaps should call each other when we are awake in the middle of the night. One of the small things is the sense of humour that I maintain.

I must keep my eyes on the blessings instead of the stressings. Each small gift warms my heart and keeps me going forward. I do not know how poor people deal with mice and other rodents when they cannot afford an exterminator. I pray for them tonight–for relief and eyes to see the small blessings in their lives.

Peace,

Suzanne