Tonight when I grabbed for the sticky lint roller in my laundry room, I was met by this sight. This tiny gecko went exploring in the wrong place... became stuck on the lint roller... and met a tragic death. I could not even stand to look at it long enough to take its picture. My husband laughingly obliged, as he is not the squeamish one in this family.
Okay... those of you who know me realize that I'm always looking for a lesson. We try to teach kids to look for God in EVERYTHING. So... here goes. The gecko represents the person who has wandered away from God, becoming stuck in the quagmire of sin.
That's the best I can do just now. I'm still grieving for the gecko. Tragic.