Today, I saw a photo of a turtle who'd come to the Irrigation Ditch the very day I'd told them I couldn't sketch them because I'd done turtles so many times...but I found I couldn't resist and found myself unable to stop until the wee hours of the night, when it was finally done.
I hear God is like that in that we don't have to beg Him to bless us; He can't help Himself.
Oh--this is that turtle who came to the Irrigation Ditch wanting to be sketched. I would name him Noah; only, I would have no way of recognizing him among all the other turtles.
