I snapped on Shakespeare’s leash and out we went for our lunchtime walk. We hadn’t gone very far when we came upon a snail making his way across the sidewalk, headed towards the road. I picked him up gently and returned him to safety. Halfway up the hill, we came upon another snail, crossing the sidewalk towards the road. I picked him up, too, and moved him to safer ground. “God, move me away from danger, from the folly of a closed heart and mind,” I prayed.
We walked on, Shakespeare and I, stopping wherever he smelled something intriguing, and me, humbling myself before God, asking Him to rescue me from myself.