I told the pond animals I'd be telling them a story today about a flying thing and an insect. I was going to tell them Aesop's fable about the bird and ant who saved each others' lives. I saw the carp, mallards, turtle who'd come to hear the tale appointed.
But a few moments later, I noticed, hanging on a vine nearby, a dragonfly. "I'm a flying thing AND an insect; today you're going to talk about me, right?" It seemed so sure.
I wondered if the dragonfly would be disappointed with the story, but after I was done, it kept flying around the area as if to say it had really enjoyed it.
My Mom used to say our disappointments are often God's appointments.
Don't I find myself surprised with and enjoying his appointments too?
