Darren and I are walkers. We sometimes walk the bike path at the lakefront from east to west and other times from west to east. Some days we meander through town. A few evenings ago we decided to park at the west end and walk east, then back. About a mile down the path, under a tall pine tree, I saw a very big turtle lying in the grass. I said, "Look, a big turtle." We went on our way walking and talking. We walked to the eastern end of the path, made our turn about and headed west towards the car. About a mile from the car, we came upon the turtle still lying in the grass only this time the sun had shifted and the shade of the tree no longer covered the turtle. It was basking in the soft glow of an October evening. My curiosity led me stealthily to its side. I looked down only to find an empty shell. The head of the turtle and the insides were entirely gone. It was not until I left the "beaten path" that I saw the turtle "for real." If I had only walked towards the east or never left the path, I would have spread the story of a beautiful turtle basking in the sun under a swaying pine tree because I saw it with my very own eyes.
I went back down to the lakefront this morning because I wanted to take a picture to add to my anecdote, but the turtle shell was gone. The pictures you see below are what arrested my attention.
O send out your light and your truth;
let them lead me. Psalms 43:3
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