The Old Lady took a walk down a rural lane squeezed between numerous ponds, watching out for snakes on the move; she carried a staff in case defensive action became necessary.
The phrase about walking through the valley of the shadow of death echoed in her mind, and as she walked she considered that her entire life’s journey has been a walk through that valley.
It wasn’t just the crisis points; it was every step of the way.
Fear not.
LISTEN to The Old Lady!
Poor snakes! Even the Old Lady is packing when they’re out there just trying to make a living.
But nice staff!