Don't swing a broom at a bat

For the second night in a row something flashed before my eyes as I sat reading in my mountain cabin. The first night, thinking it was a stray bird, I had turned out the room light, opened the door to the patio, put the lights on out there, and hoped it would find its way out.

But the second night I saw a black shadow land on the fireplace and crawl behind a large picture frame. It wasn't a bird; it was a bat. Picking up a broom, I went after the unwelcome intruder. But it easily eluded my wild swings. Then I sat down and began to do some prayerful thinking about the situation, as I should have done in the first place.

Abundance in daily life
August 6, 1984

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