This morning, as I flipped through my devotional book from “Our Daily Bread”, I turned to a later date and for curiosity stayed on it. It got my attention due to the title : Waiting with the Turtle. Five years ago or more my life was completely different. Yours probably was too, but I distinctly remember hearing my dog bark ferociously at one of these creatures outside of my house. When I went to go check, there she was. Out of nowhere it seems. And now here she is again. Still waiting, but with a clearer vision. Guess what. The turtle. More beauty. And a story began.
“The Waiting With The Turtle” article explains that every fall, when the painted turtle senses winter coming, she dives to the bottom of her pond, burning herself in the muck and mud. She pulls into her shell and goes still: her heart rate slows, almost stopping, and her body temperature drops just above freezing, she stops breathing, and she waits. For six months she is buried while her bones release calcium into her bloodstream. This can even cause her to lose her shape. But when the pond thaws, she floats up, again breathing. Her bones reform, and she will feel the warmth of sun on her shell.
Psalm 40:01-5, 14-17
I waited patiently for the Lord ; he turned to me and heard my cry.
The author, just like me , thinks of the painted turtle when reading David’s description of waiting for God. Up out the mud and mire God lifts him out, giving him a place to stand. Maybe you feel like you have been waiting forever. I do. Deliverance from anything like a change in career, a bad situation, whatever. This shows us that the painted turtle and the psalmist are her to remind us to trust in God. He hears us and will deliver us.
All of this was encouraging. Years ago when I saw her in the yard it was a different situation. Here she is again. This time with A little more growth and hope. And like the turtle girl, I am slowly growing. Perhaps you are too.