Don’t Overlook the Little Joys of Life

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I recently spent a couple of days at the lake with my son and his family.  With the hustle and bustle of kids and parents getting up and getting ready for a big day in the water, I retreated to the back porch with my camera.  Early morning light shifted through the trees as branches swayed in the breeze.

I kept seeing movement among the leaves, but couldn’t quite spot the culprit.  Finally I spotted a squirrel.  It seemed like that little guy could be everywhere at once.  Then I realized there were three of them romping through the foliage, chasing each other, and showing off.  They were amazing little scamps, leaping from tree to tree, running up and down the trunks, and chasing each other across the lawn.  At times it seemed like they were playing peek-a-boo with me.

All of God’s creation is full of wonder.  I’m so glad I took the time to watch these little furry cuties for a few minutes before the sliding glass door opened and I was summoned in to breakfast.

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Following the Calf Path

I recently discovered the poem below and love the message.  Sometimes we follow a bizarre and winding path only because it is there, without knowing WHY or HOW or WHO created it in the first place.

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The Calf-Path

      by
      Sam Walter Foss  (1858-1911)

One day, through the primeval wood,
A calf walked home, as good calves should;
But made a trail all bent askew,
A crooked trail, as all calves do.

Since then three hundred years have fled,
And, I infer, the calf is dead.
But still he left behind his trail,
And thereby hangs my moral tale.

The trail was taken up next day
By a lone dog that passed that way;
And then a wise bellwether sheep
Pursued the trail o’er vale and steep,
And drew the flock behind him, too,
As good bellwethers always do.

And from that day, o’er hill and glade,
Through those old woods a path was made,
And many men wound in and out,
And dodged and turned and bent about,
And uttered words of righteous wrath
Because ’twas such a crooked path;
But still they followed — do not laugh —
The first migrations of that calf,
And through this winding wood-way stalked
Because he wobbled when he walked.

This forest path became a lane,
That bent, and turned, and turned again.
This crooked lane became a road,
Where many a poor horse with his load
Toiled on beneath the burning sun,
And traveled some three miles in one.
And thus a century and a half
They trod the footsteps of that calf.

The years passed on in swiftness fleet.
The road became a village street,
And this, before men were aware,
A city’s crowded thoroughfare,
And soon the central street was this
Of a renowned metropolis;
And men two centuries and a half
Trod in the footsteps of that calf.

Each day a hundred thousand rout
Followed that zigzag calf about,
And o’er his crooked journey went
The traffic of a continent.
A hundred thousand men were led
By one calf near three centuries dead.
They follow still his crooked way,
And lose one hundred years a day,
For thus such reverence is lent
To well-established precedent.

A moral lesson this might teach
Were I ordained and called to preach;
For men are prone to go it blind
Along the calf-paths of the mind,
And work away from sun to sun
To do what other men have done.
They follow in the beaten track,
And out and in, and forth and back,
And still their devious course pursue,
To keep the path that others do.

They keep the path a sacred groove,
Along which all their lives they move;
But how the wise old wood-gods laugh,
Who saw the first primeval calf!
Ah, many things this tale might teach —
But I am not ordained to preach.

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Animals Join in Praise

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I love photographing animals.  On many occasions, it seemed for all of the world as if an animal I was watching stopped to lift its head and Praise the Lord.  They never know I’m there, as with this wild horse, and they are not performing for an audience.  I can surmise no other answer than that animals do what comes natural to them, raise their heads and praise the Lord!

Psalm 150:6 – “Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord.  Praise the Lord!”