Happy not to be a Heron

Sometimes the strangest things inspire prayer.

I had one of these moments while photographing this heron.


I saw it fishing, so I decided to wait in the cold, to catch a photo

of the heron catching a fish.

So I waited and waited, the wind began to blow, I waited.

My hands got cold, still I waited.


My feet began to numb, although I was not the one wading through the frigid water.

My nose got really cold…still no fish.


I began to be grateful that God had not made me a heron.

All that time standing in cold water to get its lunch…a cold fish.



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