Splashes

On my way to work one morning, I pulled to a stop at a stop sign and turned on my blinker, preparing to turn left. Something caught my eye. On the side of the road, there was a huge puddle of water. In that puddle were fifty or more birds. They looked like sparrows. And they loved the water. Splashing their little wings they bounced up and down, in and out, enjoying the puddle.

For a moment, I waited at the sign, mesmerized by their joy. These little animals enjoyed the gift of this deep puddle, delighting in the water. I wished I could have stayed longer, but I knew I couldn't just sit there at the stop sign, so I turned and continued on my way to work.

I want to be like those sparrows. I want to splash in the joys of my life. If the birds hadn't been flitting in and out of the water, I wouldn't have noticed the puddle. But they noticed it. The puddle was their joy.

Splashing,
Christina

Soli Deo Gloria ~ To God Alone Be the Glory!