When I was a child I loved to sit and watch people. I have always had a knack for watching others, laugh, tell stories and just enjoy life. Sometimes my grandma would always tell me stories about her life growing up. One of the stories she told me was about a mouse, but as she would say "This wasn't an ordinary mouse." The story of the mouse was a metaphor of a lesson she learned in her younger years. The mouse was different. It could smell things that none of the other mice could. Although his uniqueness was a gift, the little mouse saw it as a curse. One day, the mouse pleaded for his gift to be taken away because it caused him to smell things he didn't want to. But he was created this way for a reason. He had to learn to enjoy his gift and use it for the better. He in turn used his scent ability to protect his family from poison. This kind of goes with a scripture I enjoy: What the devil meant for evil, God turns to good. My grandma would tell me to put aside the things that bother me, because the overall picture of life is bigger.
I would tell people to enjoy what they have been given and use it for the better. You can always change something from bad to good. I hold this story dear to me because a persons character, and what you make out of situations, reflects who you are as a person. I hope to reflect the type a woman my grandma was, a woman of God.
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