On my daily walk today I encountered a snake. Not a huge snake; probably a foot and a half long. But he was certainly long enough to stop me in my tracks. We simply stared at one another and then I quickly hurried by. Peering back, I expected him to slithering after me, but he hadn’t moved. He was simply biding his time, waiting to cross the road, and I didn’t figure into any of his plans. I will add at this point that I am okay with this! As I continued towards home I started thinking about that old snake – the devil - and it occurred to me that he does exactly the same thing. He waits on the sidelines to steal our joy and put enmity between us and God. So I offered a prayer for all fellow Christians, that we will constantly be on the lookout for that old snake and, armed with the two edged sword, cut off his head.
Double and last
7 years ago
we always have to watch out for that guy, he usually shows when we least expect him..... Many congrats on your award... my husband is a Canadian and we make sure to get up there every year - we always head to Vancouver Island.... that is my home away from home....love it...best to you...bkm
ReplyDeleteon days i dont see the snake, i often wonder if i have bothered him enough...smiles. eyes open...nice magpie...
ReplyDeleteI LOVE your Magpie and I'm on the lookout with a shovel in hand! ;)
ReplyDeleteooo that snake in the grass...keeping an eye out!
ReplyDeleteI'm not crazy about snakes, either!
ReplyDeleteGiggle. Great Magpie mom!
ReplyDeleteYou did write, obviously, what came to your mind at first glance of the prompt. Great job. You are so right about the symbol of the devil and snake.
ReplyDeleteGotta be on the look out.
QMM
Your post has had me looking out in my shed for the biggest spade I have.......!
ReplyDeletePoor snakes -- they always get the blame.
ReplyDeleteI let snakes go their merry way. Maureen, are you Tammy's mother?
ReplyDeleteI am afraid of snakes...
ReplyDeletethank you for the snaky tale..
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ha. your comment tonight gave me a chuckle...smiles.
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