The Least Weasel of Transylvania is a 5-inch long killer with lion-like jaws, known as one of the tiniest threats in that region.
As evidenced by its name, the Least Weasel is a grossly underestimated predator. Its sole ambition is to kill, never tiring of corpse collecting.
Like the unsuspecting victims of this tiny rodent, we moms go about our business half distracted with multitasking. Kids wake during the night, coffee gets cold before being drunk, and we dash to school drop off, flinging in laundry loads on the way out the door.
There are only so many hours in a day and our people take up most of them. When running on fumes, it’s easy to snap at our tribe. Did we REALLY sign up for dirty socks lodged between couch cushions, vomit clean up at 4:00AM, and wrestling matches on stairways?
Job didn’t sign up for his hassles either. In fact, his life was pretty perfect. 10 grown kids, prosperity untold, and the respect of fellow countrymen.
But God allowed the Enemy to jerk Job’s perfect life out from under him like a magician wielding a tablecloth trick. Only instead of leaving the plates and silverware intact with barely a tinkle, Job’s entire life looked like a battered dinner table after a toddler food throwing tantrum.
Naturally, Job’s attitude took a downward turn. Even though He praised God for His mighty acts, never recounting his faith, he wondered where God was to be found in all of this.
In Job 26, he speaks of God’s omnipotence so obviously evidenced in creation:
He stretches out the north over the void
and hangs the earth on nothing.
He binds up the waters in his thick clouds,
and the cloud is not split open under them. (Job 26:7-8)
And yet, he’s stumped at God’s silence in his suffering.
I cry to you for help and you do not answer me; I stand, and you only look at me. (Job 30:20)
God allowed unimaginable sufferings, yet didn’t utter a word to Job until much later. In effect, Job was saying, “God, I know you’re out there – I can plainly see You’re in charge. You’ve designed creation from the ground up – your fingerprints are marked all over it. Which means you’ve also planned this horrible mess in my life. Yet you are silent towards me. Why won’t you speak? Why do you seem so distant?
The Least Weasel can be compared to an underestimated tool of the Enemy. It pops up when we’re not looking, crushing with it’s tiny, iron-like jaws. It suffocates our faith, leaving us reeling as we weep in our dishwater to the tune of a squabble sounding like World War 3 in the next room.
Our doubt threatens to suffocate the tiny shred of faith within.
“I didn’t have my devotions this morning. In fact, I haven’t had them for a week. I’ve uttered hasty prayers and dashed off to concession stand duty. I’m not right enough with God, so how can I expect Him to hear? I don’t deserve to pray – He won’t answer anyway. I’m all alone.”
Tiny jaws, effortlessly crushing our faith. And we don’t even realize what’s happening.
We see God’s handiwork – from wispy, spun cirrus clouds to the last pink fingers of sunset. We note the perfect toes and the tiny dimple of a newborn.
And yet, in our overwhelming busy-ness, we think God is silent.
He’s actually shouting, if we’ll listen. As says John Bloom says in When God Seems Silent, “It’s how it feels, it’s not how it is”.
Don’t be taken down by the Least Weasel of doubt. Pray over your dishwater, meditate on a verse during school line pickup, and praise God during bath time (for creating those tiny toes).
Why was the Least Weasel given that name? Because the weak discount its power.
Andrew Murray in Abide in Christ, says,
If I realize clearly as I meditate: I see at once there is nothing wanting but just my consent to be what He has made me, to remain where He has placed me. I am in Christ: this simple thought, carefully, prayerfully, believingly uttered, removes all difficulty as if there were some great attainment to be reached.
God’s love, strength, and grace is enough for you, dear mama. Tap into it and accept His Word by faith. Don’t be taken down by the Least Weasel!
Ruthie Gray is a wife, Gigi, and mom of four (who lived to tell about it). Since Ruthie’s passion is mentoring moms to find joy in motherhood, she provides weekly parenting advice through humor and practical application of Scripture at Ruthie Gray dot mom. Ruthie is also the author of Stepping Stones; 8 Mindsets for the mom who thinks she’s failing at motherhood, and Count to Nine; 9 Liberating Steps for Mom Frustration and Anger.