The bitter night had come and gone and I, being buried in other projects and chores, I left the blankets on for several days to come. I am sure my neighbors wished I was as prudent in taking off the blankets as I was in putting them on, but I did not take them off until it warmed to 50 degrees.
It was a nasty job removing the blankets. The blankets with heavy with dew and dust and so I carefully pulled each blanket off so as to not cover myself in the dirt and moisture. On my last plant that I uncovered, underneath there sat a large snake coiled up waiting to greet me. It was the perfect warm environment that I had blessed him with and he had made this his home to my surprise. I was shocked to say the least and most certainly surprised to see him pull his head back to strike at me. I believe we were both in shock at one another's presence. I, nor the snake moved. Both of us were measuring each others' position. I reached into my pocket and took out my phone and snapped a picture. I am not sure what provoked me to take a picture versus the alternative which would be to run, but I took the picture. The snake did not move. I then analyzed my placement to the broken branch nearby and reached for the broken pine branch that had fallen off my tree and proceeded to slam the branch down onto the snake only to watch as the branch broke into two pieces and then witness the snake slither back down into the ground.
I pounded and pounded the ground, again and again, stabbing the earth over and over until I thought there might be a slight chance that I might have killed the snake and that it would never enter my territory again. All the while, I knew that the snake went way under the earth's surface into its' home, safe and secure, waiting until I reach my hand into the soil again to garden my flowers.
My heart was racing, I was angry at myself for not having a better aim and for not having more power or force to kill the snake. This encounter with the snake on my turf literally "rattled" my cage.
In retrospect, as I look back upon my encounter with the slithering snake, I am reminded of the evil force, constant wicked and crafty ways of the devil. The snake is a reminder to me of the spiritual powers of evil and how I must constantly persevere to overcome any temptation that would separate me from God. I know my God will protect me and give me power over the enemy.
Luke 10:19 "Behold, I have given you the power 'to tread upon serpents' and scorpions and upon the full force of the enemy and nothing will harm you. Nevertheless, do not rejoice because the spirits are subject to you, but rejoice because your names are written in heaven."
The snake slithered back into its' hole and I wait in anticipation of the snake striking again. I will cautiously protect myself physically when I again garden, as well as armor myself spiritually.