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Friday, 22 April 2016

Slithering Snakes

A perfect Argyll day. I flew along the path, enjoying the birdsong, the warmth of the sun on my face, and the solitude.

Went over this wee bridge and paused, then gave in and lay on the grass, listening to the bubbling burn. 

If I’d known that the next day I would nearly step on an adder as it sunbathed on the path not far away, I might not have been so relaxed.

Life is a bit like that perhaps – we enjoy the rest occasionally, oblivious of the adders lurking nearby. 

Another reason to put all our trust in God, who sees every slithering snake in the grass, and has dealt with them.

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