the back door

I was talking to my grandma (who is precious, sweet, and lovable) on the phone the other day and she was telling me about some turtles that live near the railroad tracks behind her house. About once a year, the railroad comes through and grades along the railroad tracks, covering the turtle's holes. So, Grams-to-the-rescue, goes out and unburies the entrances so the turtles can get out. A modern day hero, I tell you. Well, I guess this year when Grams went out to dig, she couldn't find the holes. She was so worried that the turtles had been trapped and suffocated. She asked me, "Turtles dig back doors, right? So they can out in case something happens?"


All too often I spend a lot of time looking out for myself - making sure I have a "back door" in case something happens. It seems to me that this is one more way of saying "God, I can take care of myself, I've got my back." It's a good thing God knows better than I do and I'll consider experiencing both my "doors" being covered as building character.

And - Grams, yes, I'm sure turtles dig back doors.