Reaping the Harvest of Perseverance
My boys chattered loudly as we walked through the park. A small lump near the middle of the dried grass drew our attention, and we turned that way. Our eyes widened – we had never seen a turtle outside of a zoo before, and here was one in the middle of the park. But it was not there by accident. We sat nearby to watch, and the turtle slowly stuck one back leg into a small hole. As we leaned closer, we could hear a scratching, then the foot came back out, carrying a tiny foot full of mud. The…