In the last sixty days I have encountered three snakes at my feet. What I have learned has impacted me body and soul.

The first time, was at my brother’s ranch where my hubby, I, and three kids were kicking back for the weekend. On the front lawn, the two boys and I were playing toss with the football. When the youngest missed a long pass we thought he could make, I yelled, “You gotta catch that ball.”

He yelled back, “You’re right. I know. I just got distracted looking at that orange snake I kept running by.”

There within a few feet of my son was a six foot copperhead snake.

I hollered to my husband, “Steven come quickly. We found a snake!” Standing about a hundred yards away, he yelled back, “You can kill it.” And pointed toward a hoe nearby.

Within minutes I was swinging wildly, decapitating the trespasser. Finally, huffing and puffing, I turned around and saw Steven standing beside the boys. All were a good fifteen feet back from wild-swinging mama. “I knew you could do it,” he said, his face lit with pride.


The second time, it was Steven’s birthday. We’d planned to clean the house, wrap a few gifts, and bake a birthday cake, all while Dad was at work before going out to dinner to celebrate. With the mixer going, I called for my son to a retrieve a gift bag that was stored in the coat closet.

“Mom, there is a snake in the house!”

I sighed, thinking I didn’t have time for these teenage pranks. Opening the closet door there was indeed a snake . . . a SIX FOOT brown snake!

I phoned my brother who came over in a flash. When he arrived we opened the closet door but the snake was gone! My brother said, “You have to keep your eye on snakes, or better yet, kill them when you have the chance, or they’ll slither away and hide.”

Yikes! I had to find it. Everything in the coat closet had to be searched. No luck. “Snakes slither under doors and up walls,” my brother announced. Everything under the stairs adjacent to the closet had to be taken outside and searched. Within hours our house’s belonging were being emptied on the front yard.

“I didn’t think we were going to clean out the house for Dad’s birthday,” my teenage son quipped.

Exhausted, with no cake baked and the house in total disarray, I thought I had better phone Steven and prepare him for his birthday welcome.

Fortunately my youngest was in the car with dad, coming home from a friend’s house, and heard the disappointing news. “Dad I’ll pray about this.” And he did.

Meanwhile, the other kids and my brother cleaned up while I went to take a shower and get dressed for the evening. There was nothing we could do but wait for the snake to show itself again. Within a few minutes of Steven arriving, I grabbed a shovel feeling like I should go check the coat closet one more time. To my surprise there was Mr. Snake!

Whack! Whack! I made sure the snake didn’t slither near my high heels. When Steven drove into the driveway I said, “I took care of the snake.” He smiled, “I knew you could do it.”


The third time was today. I was to record from home a webinar about God’s grace. Getting out of my car I eyed a snake heading toward the garage door. I didn’t need to call for help. I knew exactly what to do. Keep your eye on the snake. Pray. Don’t hesitate. Kill it. Go for the head, you can crush it.

Walking in, my spiritual bridegroom whispered to my heart, “I knew you could do it.”