So originally, I was going to post a much different blog than this, but an interesting turn of events happened last night. So, I’ll post my more serious blog next time and for now I hope you enjoy a good laugh.
Living in Peru has taught me a number of things. When I first arrived in the jungle I was shown again and again how out of my element I was. Each time I started to feel like I was getting the hang of things something would happen and I would be reminded of the fact that this is not my native habitat (i.e. lizards in my shower, termites in my walls, you get the idea). I have learned to appreciate these things because it just reminds me to rely on the Lord and not my own bravery.
All of this to say that last night was the ultimate shock for me. So, buckle up ladies and gents, I hope you find this as entertaining as I found it terrifying.
Last night I was laying in my bed watching a movie when, at around 10:30pm, our guard dog starts barking her head off. This in and of itself is not abnormal, she barks when she’s hungry or bored or any number of things. So, I get up and go to my window and yell at her to be quiet. This usually works, so when she didn’t stop barking I was pretty confused. Now, the way our house is set up is our whole property is enclosed by a 30-foot wall. Our host families house is at the front, Brooke’s and my apartment is in the back corner. Brooke is on the first floor, I’m on the second floor.
Anyway, I go out onto the balcony to see if I can spot the dog, but I can’t, which is strange because normally when she barks, she’s at the gate of her fenced in area, that’s where we go in to feed her. I walk out a little further onto my balcony and finally see her at the bottom of the steps leading up to my room. She’s still barking like crazy jumping at the fence and at this point I’m really confused because she’s never done this before. “Kira, what is wrong?” I ask her. And then the strangest thing of all, she starts to growl, and without a doubt she’s never done that before. And the scariest part is she’s not growling at me, she’s growling at something to my left.
I slowly turn my head to the left and there, about 6 feet away from me sitting on the top of our wall, is a possum.
I’m from Pennsylvania and we have a good number of critters and we definitely have possums running around but I’ve never seen one up close, I’ve certainly never looked one right in its beady little eyes before. So, I let out a little shriek and run back into my room. The next series of events consists of a text conversation between Brooke, my host mom, and me. At one point my host mom asks if I can get rid of it and I promptly responded, “Nope! I’m afraid! Maybe Kira can?” I was pretty sure our overweight Rottweiler could finish off the scrawny thing in less than three bites.
After a while my host dad appears on the scene and tries to scare it with a flashlight, but the thing isn’t budging. Finally, Kira is released and the possum scurries across the wall and drops out of sight.
The problem was solved but I slept a lot better before I knew possums existed in this part of the world; ignorance really is bliss, am I right?
Throughout this whole ordeal I was reminded yet again how ill-equipped I am to be here. But the beauty of it is God didn’t call me here because I am a fearless Indiana-Jonesesque woman. Sometimes I wonder why he called me here at all. But each time I begin to doubt and wonder what in the world I am doing here, he reminds me I am not alone, He’s here every step of the way. Not only that but Brooke is here too, and my lovely host family, and even Kira is here protecting me.
Deuteronomy 31:6 says “Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.” Whether this is referring to possums or people I know it to be true. Even when it feels like you are utterly alone, you are not.
Much love in Christ,