We're Going To The Zoo, Zoo, Zoo

If you have kids- you probably know the Raffi song, We're Going To The Zoo. I can't help but sing it E.V.E.R.Y.T.I.M.E. we go to the zoo, zoo, zoo. ;)Last Saturday we went to the zoo (zoo, zoo...and you can come too, too, too!). I was being especially lazy Saturday morning and Rebekah and Jake we're pulling, prodding and pretty much driving me nutso until I agreed to get dressed and go. I was especially delighted when we called my eldest son Gabe and he agreed to go with us!! Yay! :)

Sarah with her hand on top of a polar bear prints actual size.

With as many trips as we've made to the zoo, we've never had the opportunity to see the zoo keepers give the elephants a bath. This is ARTY the bull elephant. Arty is trained to obey hand signals. The zookeeper instructs him to turn around, come close, lift a foot (to be scrubbed and nails clipped) and to back up with simple hand motions. It was really neat! She even had him lift his truck so that they could clean the holes where his tusks used to be.

Arty awaiting a pedicure.

Kids on the tram. All four of them. Happy sigh. :)

Faith

The substance of things hoped for....but not yet seen.

We all have had trials of faith. Sometimes we have victorious, spiritual moments of complete triumph. No doubt. No fear. No questions. No condemnation. Absolutely overcoming.

And sometimes we struggle with just the simplest concepts of faith. Trust. Blind trust. Putting our faith in what we cannot see...cannot touch...and sometimes don't feel....not even deep inside-where our soul is most sensitive. Our faith is blinded by what we do see.

That's why the above quote from Elisabeth Elliott is so inspiring to me...

"Faith's most severe tests come not when we see nothing, but when we see a stunning array of evidence that seems to prove our faith vain."

Shine. Always.
Cass