Anywho, while we were traveling through the canyons of San Diego looking for the lake that bears my family's name, we found a rather large turtle walking across the road. Joe decided that it would be fun to take a picture with a turtle, and after kicking Joe ferociously, the turtle decided he better hide and hide he did for the remainder of his time with us.
How many times am I like that turtle? Missing out on the things that God has for me, the adventures, the opportunities, the blessings that have been laid out for me because I am too afraid to try, too afraid to stick my head out and go for it.
Today, remember our turtle, whom we decided to name Herman Tortuga, and live confidently, taking intelligent risks to love God, love others, and live for the Kingdom.
Blessings!
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Wow, your thoughts really don't go to an end! It is amazing to read.
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