I had no intention of causing the little lizard problems, but it’s hard to convince him now because he’s dead.
It all began with me looking out the window and seeing a six-inch fence lizard resting on the patio. I opened the door and watched him scamper toward the BBQ grill. I followed him with my finger poised on the camera button of my i-Phone. He dove into a hole in the butane tank which proved to be his downfall.
Although his head and front legs fit through the hole, his larger back legs could not. He was stuck. I tried helping, but his fear proved too great. I walked away and prayed, asking the Lord to free him.
The next day, I checked again. He was still stuck.
On my walk around the neighborhood, I decided the lizard was in desperate straits and needed help now. I prayed and asked the Lord to relax the lizard, maybe even put him into a deep sleep.
I softly crept up behind the lizard. I reached down and gave him a quick jerk, hoping to surprise him and free him at the same time.
Let’s just say, it did not work out quite like I planned. He died in my hand.
I felt terrible and asked forgiveness of the Lord for killing the lizard. An empty feeling hung on me for hours like a funeral shroud. If only I wouldn’t have bothered the lizard, he’d still be alive.
Now think about it, okay?
There are probably 500, 000 of these fence lizards in my neighborhood alone, ranging in size from itsy-bitsy to six inches, measuring from head to tail. Cars, lawn mowers, cats, birds, snakes, and dogs remove thousands of them every week from my area. So, what’s the big deal, right?
He lived in my yard, under my care. I let him die for no good reason at all.
Do you know what made me feel better?
I received a letter in the mail from a child we sponsor in India. Her words warmed my heart, knowing she thinks I’m someone special, but in reality, I’m not. She’s the special one who God laid on our hearts to love and help.
If you’re interested in knowing how to sponsor a child in Gospel For Asia’s Bridge of Hope program, click here.