Toads and things

This morning as I was about to shovel poop and feed the dogs and let out the sheep,…

what to my wondering eyes did I see but a huge toad in the water trough before me…

I truly delight in frogs and toads! I used to look for them with my friends in a big feild near where we lived that would flood during the spring rains and leave toad pools for the frogs and and toads to lay thier eggs.

We would find tadpoles and frogs all over the place out there.

When I moved to Texas I was delighted to find that there are many different varieties of frogs and toads to discover. This spring we have had allot of tiny frogs too.

So back to the toad I found this morning, it had hopped in for water ofcouse, but couldn’t hop back out on its own, it was a fortunate frog that first of all my 5 dogs didn’t eat it and second of all that I came along to help.

And it got me thinking… (famous last words I know)…

How many times do I get myself into something that I can’t get myself out of?

How often has God sent me help just when I needed it?

More times than I can count.

But sometimes I *can* get out of it by myself.

Sometimes I just need to think a little harder and figure out how to do it.

Sometimes what God is giving me is character, strength, and confidence.

Happy hopping!