Photo Credit Donna Pool
It must be getting close to time. For days now the mom has patiently protected her speckled treasures instead of standing straight up and running across the sand to lure me away. She sits there in the wide open heat of day, through the rain, through endless horse hooves pounding by, and, now, even through the gazing eyes of the spectators like me. Her eyes get big, she turns around this way and that to face the curious, the large galloping beauties, and the unpredictable elements of change. She waits. She’s persistent. She’s serious. And, probably, if truth be told, a little afraid, but she stays, now. She stays and waits. She patiently waits. Such determination and tenacity. I wish I had such patience in the waiting.
“In the morning, Lord, you hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before you and wait expectantly.” Psalm 5:3
Teach me to patiently wait!