My Child Is Like A Hermit Crab Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Last year or so ago I decided to raise hermit crabs. I've always loved them. I heard all the negative reviews from family members and friends. "Hermit crabs are practically not even a pet." "You can't even play with a hermit crab". "Hermit crabs are fine for the first couple months, then they die and you move on." "Hermit crabs stink." On and on it went.

I ignored all the negatives and after some time to research what type of home they needed and what types of food they ate. I set up my tank and purchased some hermit crabs. After a few weeks, I began to be astounded by what you could learn about children from a hermit crab.

1. Although hermit crabs have been labeled with the "hermit" label, it refers to being able to retreat into it's shell when frightened and trying to protect itself. Just like a child who retreats into himself in a stressful situation.

2. Actually, hermit crabs are found in colonies and need socialization to successfully live in captivity. Just like a child who cannot successful flourish without socialization and interaction.

3. Hermit crabs are just a shell with legs. Actually a hermit crab is made up of a hard outer shell it "borrows" from another creature to protect it's soft inner body. Just like a child who puts up a front of hard outer shell and won't let you in because he's protecting his soft inner emotions and feelings.

4. Without new places to explore or play, a hermit crab will become listless. Just like a child who without new learning experiences will become bored.

5. Hermit crabs can live in a wire cage or travel container and they'll be fine. Actually, hermit crabs require a specific amount of heat and humidity to allow their gills to breath properly and this is never achievable by keeping them in a wire cage or container. Just like a child who requires the right amount of love, care and a safe environment in order to grow.

6. Hermit crabs don't need any type of specialized lighting. Actually, hermit crabs need a specific light and dark cycle to successfully molt (shed it's skin and grow). Just like a child who needs proper rest, sleep and routine.

7. Hermit crabs are stupid. Actually hermit crabs are quite smart. Each evening between 9 and 10 I put their food in their tank. One night my kids were sick and I didn't bring their food to them until about 11:30. Sitting right in the spot where I place their food each night, was Harmony, my first hermit crab. Initially I thought coincidence, but after thinking about it, I decided to feed them "later" the next night. Once again, there sat Harmony, practically tapping her pincher on the rocks saying, "hurry up I'm hungry." Just like a child who you think can't communicate and is thought to not be bright. We need to find a way to "understand" what they are saying. We just have to look for the language they are speaking so we can communicate with them and you'll surprised at just how smart they really are.

8. Hermit crabs have no personality. You might think this until you've raised a few. Each and every one has a distinct personality about them. Just like a child.

9. Hermit crabs pinch. True. But more specifically, rather than pinching, they are grabbing. If you hold a hermit crab in the palm of your hand and let it crawl and move around, you'll never be pinched. But if you tip your hand to where they feel like they are going to fall and they are frightened, they'll grab on. Just like a child who has behavioral issues. We need to figure out why the behavior is manifesting so we can work on getting them the support they need.

10. Hermit crabs are not social and cannot make friends. Untrue. I purchased an extremely small hermit crab from a local pet shop. She was less then the size of a quarter. I felt so bad for her I had to bring her home. The pet store girl was prodding her with her keys to get her to move. She is painfully shy; we named her Little Angel. A few months later my niece decided she no longer wanted her jumbo crab Spiderman. He's about the size of an adult fist. I thought, good grief are these crabs all going to get along. Within one day I saw something in the tank and just had to stop and ponder. There was Little Angel riding on Spiderman's back. It was just like the big brother/big sister program, but for hermit crabs. She does this often and he allows it. Just like the child we think is locked up in a world of their own. They need friends, interaction and just the right amount of support to help them along.

K. Howey 6/17/09

The Warrior and The House Monday, June 1, 2009

The tired weary Warrior rises up to enter the house.
Burdened with life's care, pressured on every side,
the Warrior made a choice to come and lift it up in this very house.


The house was strangely quiet almost teaming with despair.
It's members sadly sitting, also burdened with life's care.
The warrior glanced around and said yes this is the place,
I know there once was freedom, but now it's been displaced.


Garments of praise put up on a shelf,
as the spirit of heaviness covered house.
Oh what joy used to reign and free worship used to flow.
Now it's bottled up and shifted sideways so pride could proudly grow.


Though tired and weary the Warrior began worshiping joining in with a shout!
Mercy, oh God, mercy, come and take these burdens out.

Deadly silent and covered with soot
the house remained soiled with destruction and despair,
no mention of why or how it happened,
it's as if no one even noticed the deep layer of soot,
that upon them was put.


Shrouded with death and burdened with oppression, manipulation and sin,
the house has lost it's direction not knowing now even where to begin.
Lift it up, praise His name, press in, the Warrior did shout.
But still remained the house, not even a peep tumbled out.


As the Warrior pressed on the Presence it did come.
The house began to rattle beating like a drum.
The Warrior continued on to Glorify His Name,
knowing full well the Anointing was the only thing
that could come and make the change.


Rattle and tumble, shaking over and about,
the house began its torturous journey to kick the sin out.
As the Presence came and deepened, the soot began to fall,
a deep cleansing was coming, renewing them all.


The house cried for forgiveness, blessing, and fresh wine from the Throne.
The Spirit of God began moving and sweeping it clean,
removing the damage, burden and sin
that once overwhelmed the house, a new time now to begin.


And just as the Spirit began to break the yoke of death, destruction and despair,
the house took two step's back choosing to honor life's care.


The Warrior was beside himself -- honor life's care?
The Spirit of God is moving here removing the despair!
The house shifted sideways seeming to not even care.

Grieve! Grieving! Grieved! The Warrior did shout,
how dare you stifle the Spirit, just to get your agenda out.
Oh what you've done to the Heart of God,
you've trampled it, suspended it in your need to move on.


The house proudly shook itself as the soot settled right back in.
This is how it goes here, how dare you call it sin.
And there it was the pride, that reigned from within.

The Warrior could feel the beat, the thump of the Father's heart.
My house, my house, do you not want me to come and get the soot out?


The house did not reply. There was no need.
It simply closed it's eyes and ears and followed sin's lead.

I was here. Right in your midst.
Tangible and ready to help you begin again.
But your pride and your way was more important than Mine.
There was pain when I sent my Son to die for you and I felt it deep within.
And here you sit grieving my Spirit causing the pain once again.


How dare we grieve the Spirit of Almighty God?
Forgive us, forgive us the Warrior did cry.
Lord Jesus forgive us for disrupting Your move.
JESUS! JESUS! The warrior cried in travail.
But it was all to no avail.
The Spirit had removed Himself,
as the house once again wrapped itself up
with the shroud of sin and death's veil.


Nothing happened, for you see the house was now quite dead.
Locked up with sins chains with it's pride bolted tight,
the house rolled over, not a tear did it shed.
For today was the day you told the Spirit of God
you are choosing to be dead.




written by K 5/31 - 6/1/09