When my mother-in-law sold her wooded 72 acres in Kila, Montana, one of our tasks was to clean out the garage and pack everything.
But the garage had become home to a few pack rats.
Bile just rose in my throat. Have you ever experienced pack rats? The huge nests they build out of everything they can find? The trail of slimy I-don’t-know-what that they leave everywhere?
Just thinking about it raises the memory of the smell in my mind, and I have a sudden desire to go stick my face in a bag of coffee beans and inhale deeply.
Pack rats are so gross.
Even my Montana-grown husband gets a withering look on his face at the mention of pack rats.
Isaiah tells us,
“The Lord Almighty has a day in store for all the proud and lofty. In that day men will throw away to the rodents…their idols of silver and idols of gold, which they made to worship.” (Isaiah 2:12,20 NIV)
(Pack rats are particularly known for liking things that are shiny.)
This morning, as I was reading this passage in Isaiah, I asked the Lord to please show me if there is any shiny object I’m worshiping that would be pitched to the rats if I could see it in comparison to the majesty of his splendor.
What do you hold valuable that is only worthy of a rat’s nest when compared to the worth of God?