A Possum in My Bed

I love my truck. When I bought it a decade ago, I didn’t know how much I would love it. The first week I had it, I bought one bale of pine straw every day just because I could. It was so much nicer than trying to shove four bales in the hatch of my old Pathfinder.

I’ve ceded the garage to my daughter and my poor truck has to stay outside in the woods. I often find a stray branch or pine cone that has fallen in the bed overnight, but nothing prepared me for my discovery this morning. This morning I found a possum in it – an angry possum.

I didn’t notice anything back there until I got halfway to work and heard something banging around. When I parked it at the office, I took a look and found him in there. He hissed at me, obviously blaming me for the predicament. I tried to reason with him. I told him I didn’t know he had come along. But he just hissed at me and stalked me around the perimeter of the truck bed with what can only be described as very angry gestures. Having no idea what to do, I considered dropping the tailgate and letting him go. But that didn’t seem wise as I would have been in the path of his escape. Also, I work near the interstate and didn’t want to just leave him there, away from home in a new dangerous place. What if possums are territorial and I drop him off in Braveheart Possum’s domain? He’d get his poor, furry butt kicked. What if it was a momma with babies at  home and I separated them for life? I’m no zoologist and don’t know if how to tell the difference between a boy and a girl possum short of a close examination and that didn’t seem like a good plan.

So I decided he or she needed to go home. Surely a day in the bed of a truck wouldn’t hurt. We have an office cat, so later I stood out of harm’s way and threw some cat food back there as sustenance for the day. I don’t think he touched it but he didn’t throw any back. I took that as a good sign.

When the work day ended, he was there and we had a nice drive home. I had a stroke of genius on the trip and when we arrived, I retrieved a VERY LONG limb and placed it into the bed so that the end of it stuck out. He climbed it and was gone in a flash. Fortunately, he wanted nothing to do with me. He hissed once, for good measure, and scampered off.

I am reminded that sometimes I feel like I am in the bed of God’s truck. There have been many times where I can’t see over the sides and have no idea where God is taking me. But there are things I can trust about God that the poor possum couldn’t rely on with me.

1.  God has a perfect plan, while my plan for the possum was dubious, at best.
2.  He knows the exact direction I’m going and planned it long ago.
3.  He loves me relentlessly, whereas I had only a slight bit of compassion for the possum.
4.  I’m not in the truck bed by accident or because I slipped out of a tree, I am right where God wants me.

I worry when I’m in the back of God’s truck. Mostly, I want to know where we are going and how long the trip is going to last. Instead of trusting the driver, I hiss and try to make my own plans to get out.

Psalm 46:10 says:
Be still, and know that I am God

I find that very easy when I am behind the wheel. Lord, give the peace to be still when I’m in the bed of the truck.


*This post was written on March 10th, 2014, while I was pondering a career change. Thirty days after I published it, I began a true journey in the bed of God’s truck as Kylie was diagnosed with the cancer that would claim her life. I am still riding blind and may be for the rest of my life. But every once in a while he allows me a glimpse at the map of this wild ride and I sit back and hold on tight. 


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3 thoughts on “A Possum in My Bed

  1. The most we can hope for at times ~ is to know God loves us immensely and because of Christ, we can be in God’s plan! Thank you so much for always reminding us of these things we must know…

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