My house is surrounded by fields and woods. It is a beautiful place. There are a lot of things I love about where I live, mice are NOT one of them. In fact, mice make me scream like a school girl. I realize I can't do much about them in the woods, but I can do something about them in my house. We try not to have clutter and leave food out. I "thought" we were safe until .... My husband had given our youngest boy the chore of combining totes in the garage that were filled with a hodge podge of my garden things and my mom's yard sale "treasures". I come home and am informed that there was a mouse in one of the totes. I about had a need for medical help. Panic! Mice in the garage mean mice in my house!!!! What had happened? I had kept the house picked up. We didn't let food lay around. I had left that one little corner of the garage begin to clutter. Sometimes it was because I was just too lazy, too tired, or too many other things to do. No matter the excuse that one unkempt area turned into the place that satan I mean a mouse had taken up residence. Don't we all get weary? Weary in an evil world. Pastor preached a sermon "Faint Yet Pursuing" 4/7/2019 pm service. He spoke on how God used Gideon. Gideon had been given a job from the Lord, and he was "faint yet pursuing". He left no corner cluttered.