Moses The Turtle and My Arrogance

Years ago, I owned a turtle named "Moses". We hadold age of 50 or 60 years of age! He "programmed"
a special relationship that scared my family because Ieach species to survive without the help of human
would hold Moses right in front of my face and kissbeings. Yet I, in my arrogance, thought God needed
him. They were always afraid Moses would, as mostme to help Him out with His plan!
reptiles do, jerk his tongue out and sting me. But heI learned a lot from Moses after that. I learned how
never did! He crawled on my chest and nestled in myawesome our mutual Creator is! There is nothing that
neck, feeling safe with me. I loved Moses more thanslipped by Him when He was creating all creatures
I can describe.great and small -- no detail He wasn't aware of!
I took him outside with me every day, allowing himI learned how valuable hibernation is. Just look at the
to get sunshine and eat bugs as I trimmed my treesseasons God created: Spring bursts forth with new
and hedges. The back yard was totally fenced in, solife only because of the root growth during the
I never dreamed he would get out. But the inevitable"barren" season of Winter.
happened one day. Moses was no where to beI learned to hold possessions much looser.
found, and I cried for weeks.Possessions can be lost, or they can die, or they can
About eight months later, I was digging weeds outobstruct my view of God Almighty.
of the flower bed in the front yard, and my shovelI will always remember Moses and our unique
hit something hard. Thinking it a rock, I reached downrelationship. To this day, I have a wonderful "turtle
to get it with my hands and was shocked beyondcollection" on my furniture to remind me that in the
belief to find dear old Moses under the dirt! How hadfairy tale, it was the focused slower creature that
he survived without me to feed him?won the race. I will always be grateful for the lessons
It's amazing how arrogant we humans can be! GodI learned from loving Moses.
created turtles to survive on their own to the ripe