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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