Getting up in the morning is excruciating pain. I pry my eyes open with my fingers, then rub them as I struggle to sit up on the side of the bed. It’s very important to get my feet on the floor. That means I really will move away from the bed. I am on a time clock, here.
Recently, as I went through this ritual, I thanked God for the sunshine. Somehow that helped. I did my morning ablutions then I just HAD to look out the window at the sun as it filtered through the trees and grew in the sky.
Then I saw him—Mr. Turkey! This is spring time, not fall time. Yet I was transfixed as I watched that fat old guy saunter across the street in front of my house. He didn’t have a time clock to beat and his gait certainly got that across to me. He really enjoyed his morning walk.
I followed him up my driveway with my eyeballs until I couldn’t see him anymore. Then I rushed to the windows in the back of the house to see him continue his saunter across my backyard. His head bobbed as he dipped into the shallow ravine and on into the trees.
I prayed as he meandered his way across the busy road by my house. Oh, dear. The morning rush hour cars don’t stop for anybody, even a fat turkey! He made it, though—just barely—before the next string of cars sped down the hill.
As Mr. Turkey disappeared into the brush, I thanked my heavenly Father for the wonderful gift He gave me to start my day. He sent one of His wonderful wild creatures to enthrall me and remind me that as I walked through my day, He would be with me all the way. He never took His eye off me.
“Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights…” James 1:17.
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