Mighty Mouse is my hero, hands down the best super hero ever dreamed up. Today I was running on the treadmill (blah, not a favorite of mine, but it was dark and cold out) and my mind started to wander. I thought of the days of old when the three mile easy days were like sweet nectar of the gods that we cherished almost as much as our two hour dinners in Baldwin. Then my mind turned to the not as long gone days when I would gather stares and comments just by wearing my cut-off and carrying a tray in the aforementioned Baldwin. Finally in comes Mighty Mouse, and the fond memory I had of winning the category of best costume at the "superhero skate night" at the local roller rink.
It makes you thimk...did Mighty Mouse (MM) work out? where did he get that stunning outfit? without the cape is he just a regular mouse?
Though I do not know the answer to the first two questions, I feel the correct reply to the third is yes. Yes, minus the superhero get up I bet he still enjoyed a bit of cheese for dinner like the rest of us. I'm sure when he went to bed at night in his little hideout that he sometimes talked in his sleep, tossed and turned over the events of the day, or slept the whole night through from complete exhaustion.
MM is my inspiration. I want to wake up every morning, put on my cape in the form of the armor of God that is supplied in an unknown way and on the moment's request. I recognize that without the supernatural power that He gives I am simply a human, bound to stumble, stutter, and see things less than clearly (not to mention that reading glasses would be huge as my computer is closer than normal to my face).
Ah Mighty Mouse, we will go far me and you...no matter the physical shape, we will try, we will fight, we will train our bodies, but knowoing all the while that we need the super hero powers that only God can provide to do the life changing, eternity impactiing sort of super hero things.
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