SNAKES IN THE BASEMENT

My husband grew up in a home that also housed the family business – a funeral home. There were the usual jokes throughout his childhood about people dying to get in there. There were an abundance of stories that would make for hilarious reading.  I know it isn’t really very respectful to find laughter in grief, but sometimes humor is the only way to deal with something like that

The family residence was upstairs and the huge basement was used for fun activities for the children.  They had a full length archery range – room for a toy train set – a science and biology lab and even a place for specimens such as snakes and frogs living in the window well.  There was also a family room in the basement for people to sit and smoke – something folks did a lot of before they found out how bad it was for them.

One day my husband (then about ten) had fed his pet frogs and snakes and left the window well door open.  As guests were gathering in the family room for a quick smoke before the review of their loved one, a few snakes had escaped and slithered their way into their presence.  The room erupted in shock, fear and panic.  That was the end of the science lab.

Whenever we went on a date, we used the company car and would have to call every half hour in case it was needed.

Thankfully my husband never followed in his father’s footsteps. It must have been very difficult to face death on a daily basis, but his family held on to the hope of heaven and the price that was paid for salvation so they were able to deal with the sadness knowing that life really didn’t end at death.

How do we know what lies ahead for us? The Bible is full of references to death, but one that gives me the most confidence is when Jesus spoke these words to the condemned man that was crucified alongside Him. “And he said to him, “Truly, I say to you, today you will be with me in Paradise.” Luke 23:43. Jesus knew this man’s heart at that very moment and promised that his faith would set him free from the pangs of hell.

It seems so simple doesn’t it? That’s because it is!

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As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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6 Responses to SNAKES IN THE BASEMENT

  1. ken riddles says:

    So when courting – you were transported with delight – in delightful transport? 🙂

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  2. hatrack4 says:

    I have found one snake in our basement, but before I could get something to remove it, it slithered back through the hole it had found. He was as much afraid of me as I was of it, although a non-poisonous variety. But as for seeing death every day, it seemed monthly in my college years. My grandparents on my father’s side were farmers (and extra jobs like preachers and teachers) and they were old school (14 and 16 siblings). And they all passed away within 3-4 years of each other. I was often a pall bearer. After a while, I got numb. Maybe that is not a good thing.

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    • atimetoshare.me says:

      I experienced death at an early age as well. One aunt was killed in a car crash, another died of Hodgkin, two uncles were electrocuted while working on power lines and grandpa had a stroke. All within my childhood years. The cemetery was a familiar place.

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  3. oneta hayes says:

    Love the ending. Simple? Yes. I have to rid myself of the complex and just hang on to that simple truth. Thanks.

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