“No no no, she’s not a mouse; she’s a lion who believes she’s a mouse.”
A tiny mouse hides cowering in the underbrush; she fears most everything and there’s danger in every moment. She is on constant alert; ears pricked to every rustle in the undergrowth, eyes snap to every shadow, and paws are sensitive to the very vibrations of the earth lest it be the careful step of a fearsome predator. She scrabbles around in the dirt for tiny seeds and exists in a place where one tiny lapse in defense could mean her life.
A lioness however has no real natural enemy. She lies confidently at the top knowing that her purpose in life is not to stay alive through cowering but to live in pursuit of conquering. She is beautiful and fearsome in power and shakes the trees with her roar. She does not need to be told she is not created to hide; she stalks with assurance of her place in this world.
Tonight as I was falling asleep I was bombarded with a day full of worries and anxieties as I relived my day. I cringed here and there as I thought of moments I would have said something differently or actions I could have changed or places I should have done more. A few rounds of this, and I soon found myself doubting I really should be anything or anyone at all.
Then I so clearly heard the Lord say “no no no, she’s not a mouse; she’s a lion who believes she’s a mouse!”
Here I am the chosen daughter of the creator of the universe, the King of all time, the One whom all will fall to their faces in worship, but yet I am scrabbling in the dirt trying to find little seeds that will never sustain me.
So often I feel like a mouse; so fearful and vigilant to a fault of the possible dangers around me when in reality I have no enemy who can actually overcome me. I was created to conquer not cower and given a voice that roars through the trees instead of almost imperceptible squeaks. My life’s purpose is to pursue to stay alive instead of finding safety only in staying hidden. I forget these truths so easily and bumble around as a giant beast; terrified because I just can’t seem to get beneath that fern to hide.
When will you too realize the creator gave you sharp claws and teeth and a mighty roar deep within? He has created you in His image and that simply is more powerful than you could ever fathom.
Let out your roar and unsheathe your claws: you’re certainly no mouse either.
