So, school is officially over for the summer (well, except for one online course), so I have suddenly found myself with loads of free time, at least until I hear back about a job. In the meantime, I've been reading and writing and etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. :)
I thought I would post briefly about an experience I had a few weeks ago. I have a friend who is a wildlife rehabilitator and at the time she had in her care four baby squirrels that had been rescued after their mom was killed. So after a class one morning, I asked her if I could see them. She said yes, and then she asked me if I wanted to help feed them. Oh my goodness. I was smiling for the rest of the day. The first little guy I fed I decided to name Gonff (after a mouse in the Redwall series, since I couldn't remember any of the squirrels' names). Gonff tottered around on gangly legs and huge feet, with a tail as long as his body. I took him into my hands; he was no bigger than my hand. He fed eagerly from the syringe of baby formula, grasping it between his tiny paws while I held it steady for him and held him steady. When he was satisfied, he rested his head on my hand, nestled against my palm. I could feel his tiny heart thudding against his chest. And I thought, how magnificent is God Who creates even these with such care and love and wonder.
