Fox in the Vineyard

A young girl in my teen Bible study asked Jesus into her heart last night. One concern she expressed was that her parents may not like if she became a Christian. As I dropped her off at her house, (note that it was around midnight) Her mother opened the door and I was flooded with an immense feeling. I wanted to hug her mom. But on the car ride to her home, the young girl had mentioned that being from Germany, hugging just wasn't a common thing to do.
Her mother had this glow about her and shook my hand until the awkwardness became evident. I wondered if she shook my hand so long because it was culture thing from Japan or maybe because she really was that excited and thankful to meet me.
Let me explain their interesting family dynamic....
Her mother is Japanese and her father is German. Her mother speaks Japanese as her first language, German as her second and is now taking English classes at my church. Upon further questioning I began to realize that her mother was developing a very close relationship with God. She stated proudly and with complete clarity that she believes in Jesus, even as her daughter rolled her eyes and snickered in disgust. She informed us that she just started to believe 3 or 4 weeks prior to this night.
And then, on the porch of their house in the dark of the midnight moon we all prayed. My other teen Bible Study attendee from Kenya prayed in English, the young girl in German,and the mother in Japanese. It was an amazing spiritual experience to hear these heart felt prayers in different languages...true tongues!
As we finished praying, the mother turned to her daughter and in amazement recited the most delightful words to her, uplifting her daughter in encouragement and blessing her.
Then we all heard a sound. A horrific grotesque sound. Like a wail and a groan mixed with a high screech that echoed through sleeping suburbia.
"What is that horrible sound?", I asked.
I was informed that it was a fox. In a matter of seconds we went from spiritual bliss to fearful weaklings as we scurried into the house. What scared me the most was the sound as it got closer following the dog through the street. There sat the fox in the street staring with red eyes up at us, wailing a horrible wail directly next to my car. We stood behind the glass door of the house wondering how we would return to my vehicle with that fox ready to attack.
Thankfully the large German father was awoken to save us from unknown peril. He took a small flashlight and scared the fox towards the darkness.
As I safely got into my vehicle I was struck by the timing of the fox. Why is it that every time God is at work Satan appears to be at work also?
"Catch us the foxes,
the little foxes that spoil the vines,
for our vines have tender grapes." Song of Solomon 2:15
We had some beautiful fruit on that porch. The fruit of a mother and daughter growing in their relationship with the God who created them. That little fox smelled that fruit and instantly was drawn to us, set out to nibble at what God was creating. But the fox was too late. And that fox would not destroy what God had already set out to complete.
I may have ran from that fox...but Lord help me never to run from the good things that you have in store for us who believe.
I told you scales would fall.