Life Inside A Tortoise Shell

Large tortoise

In life there are the sprinters. Successful, attractive, popular, people, laden with good memories and bright hope for the future. Many awards, certificates and achievements behind them and a confidence in their abilities that no-one can thwart.

Then there are the runners. Similar to the above but instead of being transported by the fastest jets, they are ushered onto large ships. The same blessings, but taking a little longer to get to their destination.

After that, we have the walkers.
They travel about in fast cars and are sometimes chauffeured to shops to look at racing shoes.

But the people I’m interested in are the crawlers.

Barely able to make it across the room, and if they ever do get outside, all they have waiting for them is a rickety old bicycle.

God loves the crawlers as much as the sprinters and some of those on their hands and knees have footprints etched onto their backs.

This is where the sprinters and runners stepped over them to get where they wanted to go.

Like the tortoise, the crawlers will develop a hard shell and when things get too bad, they can hide beneath it. Better still, they can retreat under the shadow of God’s wings.

Isaiah 41:10 “Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, I will help you. I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”

 

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