I’m not gonna lie. I’m about three months behind in my Read Through the Bible in a Year plan. Often I begin my reading time with the prayer from Psalm 119:18, “Open my eyes that I may behold wonderful things out of your law.” At least those are the words I hurriedly mumble with a momentary blink of my eyes, thumbing pages. I don’t fool God, though; He sees my doubting heart, hears my silent sighs. Yet, He “deals bountifully with his servant.” (Psalm 119:17) He knows my fainthearted need for pictures – to see to believe – if only through the meat of hearty metaphors which he heaps upon the plate my weak arms lift limply up to Him. “Learn not the way of the nations…” I read. “Their idols are like scarecrows in a cucumber field, and they cannot speak; they have to be carried for they cannot walk…” (Jeremiah 10: 2, 5) O, Lord, help me to dump the stupid scarecrows I haul around.
Yesterday morning I went outside to check the pool water, and a movement just beyond the view fence caught my eye. A mere 10 yards away a healthy coyote was looking up at me. (Ironically, the night before I’d watched the dude flick “The Grey” with my husband. For an instant I imagined glowing yellow eyes in the beast’s head.) The coyote began nonchalantly wandering back into the desert and was at the walking path before I thought to try to snap a photo with my phone. Can you find him – or at least its tail?
Today, above the brush into which the coyote retreated, there are softly billowing grey clouds. A cool breeze wrinkles the pool water. Raindrops dapple the pages of my Bible.
I’m afraid to skillet- flip eggs. Spatulas are good.