A Snake

Yesterday evening I found myself walking down by the Tar River with a friend...I was talking and not paying attention to the ground as my friend was...all of a sudden she bolted ahead of me jumping and screaming... I paused and asked what..."You just stepped over a snake! A snake! It was green! It was a GREEN SNAKE!!!"

O...Landen would have been so very proud of me to have know that I had been in the presence of a snake and not panicked... of course I had not seen the snake...but it was still in my presence and I had not panicked!

When we lived in Scottbluff/Gering, Nebraska Landen and I would hike the Scottsbluff National Monument quite frequently. It was a pretty good little workout and we loved it. The only part we did not love was the snakes... Me because I could hardly stand to look at a picture in a book of a snake let alone see one for real and Landen because he got tired of me looking for snakes everytime I heard a little noise. We would be talking along and all of a sudden I would hear something...I would say, "shhh...did you hear that?" Landen would start to say, "Larissa, it is noth..." and I would hush him and promise I heard something not letting him speak until I saw what was making the noise. Then we would argue the rest of way up about how I was afraid and I needed to trust God with my life a little more..."Snakes are not looking for Larissa Reimer! Good grief, they are more afraid of you! Can you imagine?"..."Landen, you are just not aware of the dangers of life. I'm not untrusting...I'm cautious!"...and we would go back and forth and back and forth...ridiculous!...but funny to look back on. You know, I believe in all of the times we hiked around that area we saw only 3 or 4 snakes.