JUST GIVE HIM TIME

For 2 days in a row, I had seen a turtle basking on tree roots at Quasi Pond. On Friday the 13th, I'd seen Old Aristarcus, the huge turtle, and the next day, I'd seen her hatchling son I'd decided to call Aris. The spot was empty for several days, then I saw 2 TURTLES there: Mother and Child were basking together!

Excited, I took a picture. But when I went closer to get a shot, the little feller, more easily frightened than his tank-like parent, slipped back into the water. Aristarcus just looked at me.

I wonder how many times I slip back, timid, in circumstances that saints who have walked more intimately with my God would respond to with easy composure?

"Nothing wrong with Aris;" the larger turtle's face seemed to say; "please just give him time."