Bob came to our home as a passed along pet from someone who grew tired of the care required to keep a chameleon. Bob came to us in a tiny terrarium-like cage. After a great deal of research, and finding that chameleons required a minimum 2 x 2 x 4 cage, we built Bob an ENORMOUS lizard mansion.
It took Bob about two weeks to be accustomed to his new manner of living and then to become discontented with it. Ever since, he has found dozens of ways to sneak out of our homemade cage. We've only had him since Christmas, and we live in a cold, drafty 100 year old house, so all previous escapes have ended in finding a lizard popsicle not too far from his cage with its warm and snuggly heating lamps. But now that the weather is getting warmer, he is able to cover more ground.
Tonight, we searched for two solid hours. Two hours that I was supposed to be working on labs for my homeschool chemistry class tomorrow. Two hours that I was supposed to be putting together some notes for a presentation. Two hours that I was supposed to be grading some online homework. Two hours that I was supposed to be doing ANYTHING but tearing my house apart looking for Houdini Lizard.
I'm not sure if the moral of this story should be about how easy it is to become discontent with God's provision for our lives, even when it is infinitely better than what we had before we knew him or if it should be about building enough margin into our schedules so that an unexpected two hour lizard search won't throw us into mental chaos to get last-minute work done. But maybe I'm too tired for a moral tonight, so I'll just give you the rest of the story.
Bob was found under my husband's pillow! Thankfully, my husband found Bob while looking for him instead of accidentally snuggling up with him or accidentally squishing him! All's well that ends well. I gotta work on those labs now.
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