At first we weren't sure if he was dead or alive, and he looked quite dry and parched, so I gave him a
I looked at my husband and asked him, "should we help the tiny turtle get to water?" My husband was confident in the tiny turtle though, and was sure he would make it there on his own. Inch by inch...(queue the Patch the Pirate song)...
The sky was getting dark with rainclouds as we watched the turtle slowly but surely pad along the pavement. "Go turtle go!" I yelled as we ran off to catch our car before the raindrops started falling on us.
I have a feeling when that tiny turtle reached the water, he was so very proud of himself. Hopefully my words of encouragement helped him! hehe.
I realized one night when I was feeling a bit discouraged that....ding ding ding, epiphany! I'm not the only one in the world feeling that way!! No matter how discouraged I can get to feeling, there are thousands more who are measuring their journeys in inches. Do they have a God to find peace in? Do they have a blog with their sisters (in Christ) to keep them laughing? Do they have letters that they wait expectantly for in the mail from close friends? Does someone pray for them? I hope so.
I hope that when they are close to giving up, that someone comes along and gives them that
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Go tiny turtles, go! Plod on....