By accident, I happen to glance down and see a baby turtle swimming in the water today.
As small as a silver dollar and as quick as a minnow, the turtle shimmers in the water.
I'm immediately transported to my childhood days on the banks of the Potomac River. I'd see those little turtle heads come up from beneath a lily pad. I'd watch their little feet and those intricate designs on their backs. My heart would beat faster. I had seen them! I know they are here!
I would forevermore search for them.
I think God used the turtles to save my heart back then. I knew this:
The world is a magical place, I'd think. There are incredible things here.
I call every child within earshot to come and see the baby turtle. I step back and watch them fill up with the same kind of wonder I had all those years ago on the banks of the Potomac.
What is it about a turtle that delights us so much?