Gently I lift a fish from the cool stream as it glides by. We look at each other, and I smile placing the gift in my green turtle wading pool beside where I kneel in the cool earth of the shore. Gratitude for the gift of such divine wisdom and grace in the form of a gilled creature. The stream is full to spilling over with these gorgeous treasures in all shapes and sizes. Graceful. Grace-filled. Another jumps from the cool depths and lands like a thud in my arms and we both laugh. “But, of course you would find your way to me you fun little creature!” I place her too in the green turtle pool. It is a ‘to and fro’ like the tides, the hours, the moon and her phases. Again and again I am offered wisdom from the depths of His bounty and I wait on my knees for the gifts. Sometimes I keep a fish longer than I need to in my green turtle pool, and am nudged on my arm with the flippitty-flap of a tail to remember to put them back – to remember there are so many more on their way to me. Turtles, turtles, all the way down. Even those who are not born into the stream’s coolness – all on their way. The promise. The deliverance. The fish so plenty. No one being better than another. No one is right to visit with or let pass by. Trust. To trust. To know without fail that the river runneth over with pure delight for eternity. I am cared for. And, I in return am so grateful for the gifts. reverence. Hallelujah. Spaciousness. And, the gifts bestowed upon me in that great presence.
