Salvation of a Snapping Turtle

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Every christian knows that a snapping turtle does not need Salvation of the Spiritual kind, but a flesh and blood salvation may be the order of the day? Now, there are a few things in life that are undeniable, and when a mother Snapping turtle chooses your flower bed at your front step to dig a hole and lay eggs, you have to ask yourself, “God are you trying to tell me something?” My wife and I watched and took photos as the mother turtle took her back feet and dug this hole. Not with any tools other than the ones God had designed her with, she dug the perfectly shape hole that held every egg she layed, at just the right depth so that she could be sure her offspring would survive. I remember thinking at the time if she could talk to God, she may asked why for her offspring to survive she was given such a challenging way to do it. This reptile has an appearence that is hard for even a mother to love, and I say that because she did not wait around to see the delivery day. She took the same back feet she used to dig the hole to cover the eggs, grabbing just enough mulch mixed with dirt so the temprature would remain the right degree for incubation. As she covered the eggs I invision her asking God why He had’nt given her a better way to see to it her species lived on? Her rear feet only, seeming  such a awkward task, as she grabbed each claw full and pulled it beneath and ever so gently covered the eggs. We let her be as she rested after such an under taking, only to find her gone, when we went out again to check on her. It was as if she was lifted and carried away, not a trail of any kind. We were able to witness a remarkable experience of nature and it had vanished as quick as it had arrived, so we thought. It is the inner knowing and the thought of how she could have vanished with out a trace that kept me wondering just where she had gone and which direction. About two weeks had passed and once again I would have to ask “God are you trying to tell me something?”  After hearing a sound out of the ordinary my wife asked me if I heard the noise she could not identify? It was a hiss and sound like something banging on metal. Our mother turtle was located in our basement window well. She must have been there for the past two weeks, explaining the vanishing without a trace. She was not happy. About 2 feet below ground level there she was, if I was to speak for her, I would say; “Are you kidding me!? Not only have I been given a task that is next to impossible to accomplish, now I have fallen in this God forsaken hole in the ground where escape with out help was nonexistence. I mean is it not enough to complete the task  of reproducing, against all odds, and now this? It would seem that without the Truth this task would be impossible?” I know Turtles can’t talk but  if I was given the chance to say what I thought she might be thinking, it would certainly express aggrevation. My first attempt  to rescue her fron the window well was meet with anger on her part, she snapped and hissed and growled. With my every attempt she became more and more angry. I even tried to use her anger to help her and when she would bite down on the broom handle I would try to lift her to freedom. Had I not known of her past experience before she fell into window well I might have been offended by her angry response to my willingness to help. After more than several attempts I finally retrieved her out of the window well and because of all her angry gestures she was exausted. I rolled her on her back and with a snow shovel gave her a ride to the pond and set her free. She never stopped to say thank you to me or God as far as I know, and if I could speak for her I may have said nothing myself? With men not all things are possible but, with God all things are. Given an impossible situation that turtle over came what most would think immpossible odds. Was it the Truth in how God had made her? Or the Truth of her desire to reproduce, that allowed her to over come? I know her flesh and blood salvation, I had a helping hand in and if I could speak for her I would say she cursed me every step of the way, not knowing her freedom that lay in store. Our reward came about three month later and one rainy evening baby turtles were everywhere. We had gotten to see a force of nature that only the creator could have designed, and the desire to reproduce, would be impossible with out the Truth, and the True desire to do so. To live beyond, would take help from a christian, that would know your past, and deaf to you cursing as they worked for your Savation. I guess we are alot like snapping turtles and God does not listen to our complaints He just keeps working for our Salvation?

God are your trying to tell me something?

Thank you God, in Jesus name, for allowing us to see the impossible and how all things come together for those who love you.

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