A few weeks back, while we were burning some brush, this little snail caught my eye. Needless to say, I had to stop and watch him go. They really are quite a pretty creature.
He brought to mind a little song that my Mom would sing to us when we were little and used to get impatient for things. I can't remember all the words, but it went something like this:
When Herbert was a little Snail,
He often got in trouble.
Forgetting that he was a snail,
He did things on the double.
Crash through every spiders web,
With crickets he'd collide.
Then one day his Father took his speeding son aside.
Don't be in such a hurry.
When you get impatient,
You only start to worry.
That God is patient too,
And think of all the times
when others had to wait for you.