A Hand Full

 

 

This was a first for me. Well, not the heat exhaustion. This morning we walked in the heat and humidity. I am quite able to walk for several miles, but, last summer the heat index created the perfect climate; I worked out in the yard; I did not drink water nor did I go inside in the hottest part of the day; I became dizzy, almost passed out and I was sweating profusely, two of the major symptoms of heat exhaustion.  I swooned, to use an old timey word. The cross the street neighbor caught me before I ‘fell out’.  I am more sensitive to heat now … I can feel it. I’ve been saying to my husband, “I am gonna fall out.” He didn’t know what I meant until he had to leave me on a bench while he sprinted to Lil Mo, our 1976 Postal Jeep. I was sweating profusely and was dizzy. It happened to me again-heat exhaustion.

In the early eighties before I met my husband, I was at the beach with Mother and Daddy. I had classic heat stroke; they didn’t rush me to the hospital; I had a temperature of 105 degrees and was nauseous; they put me in a tub filled with ice to get the heat out of my body. I survived, but that I will never forget.

Anyway, this morning he had to come get me and take me home.  Exhausted, I rested on the couch all afternoon.

I went outside on the patio just now and sat with him as we dropped seed for Hoover to come and scoop up. If we are still and relaxed, Hoover, our ‘pet’ chipmunk, will come get seed from us. We call him Hoover because he scoops up seeds like a Hoover vacuum cleaner, stuffs them in his cheeks, scoots home to store them, then returns for more. He’s getting thicker around the middle; we’re gonna have to put him on a diet.

Anyway, he gets seed from under the arches of my feet. It tickles, but I have learned to stay still; his whiskers, nose, and tiny head I can feel as he takes what he now knows is his. Just a few minutes ago, I decided to put some in my open hand; sitting on the stone patio, I lay my hand palm up; willing my body to relax, Hoover came to me again. Onto my hand he timidly crawled; this time I felt his paws, tongue, and his teeth. He did not hurt me; you don’t bite the hand that feeds you. I am happily amazed he trusted me enough to place his whole body within my grasp.

Dear Lord, Hoover trusted, believed, and had faith that I would provide for him; that he would be protected and unharmed. Hoover, thank you for teaching me an important lesson; trust, belief, and faith are simple ideas put into action. Lord, Heavenly Father, I pray I will follow Hoover’s example; sometimes the biggest lessons come from surprising sources. Thank You, Lord, for little Hoover. Amen

 

Job 12:7-12  The Message
“But ask the animals what they think—let them teach you;
let the birds tell you what’s going on.
Put your ear to the earth—learn the basics.
Listen—the fish in the ocean will tell you their stories.
Isn’t it clear that they all know and agree
that God is sovereign, that he holds all things in his hand—
Every living soul, yes,
every breathing creature?
Isn’t this all just common sense,
as common as the sense of taste?
Do you think the elderly have a corner on wisdom,
that you have to grow old before you understand life?

 

Some people talk to animals. Not many listen though. That’s the problem.  A. A. MILNE, Winnie-the-Pooh

 

What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night.  It is the breath of a buffalo in the winter time.  It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.  Crowfoot

 

Love the animals: God has given them the rudiments of thought and untroubled joy.  Do not, therefore, trouble them, do not torture them, do not deprive them of their joy, do not go against God’s intent.  Fyodor Mikhail Dostoyevski

 

An animal’s eyes have the power to speak a great language.”  Martin Buber

 

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.  Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees.  The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.  John Muir

 

 

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2 thoughts on “A Hand Full”

  1. A wonderful story. I thought your squirrel’s name, Hoover, was funny. It’s the same name I gave the dove who come in and suck up all of the quail’s food. Great minds think alike. Thank you for sharing.

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