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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