I’ve written FROG Blogs as lessons from a lily pad image. Yesterday I discovered literal frogs.
I walked a lake trail to a tranquil spot to write. I stopped at a sitting space that turned out to be different than my anticipated quiet. I became aware of a loud siren that sounded like an ambulance. I waited to begin writing until the ambulance passed. I waited. And waited. The siren wasn’t moving. Had the driver stopped at a nearby accident site and left his siren on?
The longer this siren continued, the more irritated I became. I tried praying my way through restlessness. “Thank God I don’t need that ambulance. Keep the emergency workers focused. Please calm the injured people.” I remained agitated because I wanted to write in peace.
Meanwhile, another hiker walked past, and I commented on the siren. He laughed and said, “Ma’am, that’s not an ambulance, those are spring peepers!” He chuckled as he continued walking the trail.
Spring peepers? What on earth are spring peepers? Thanks to the National Wildlife Federation (Spring Peeper | National Wildlife Federation (nwf.org)) I learned that spring peepers are small tree frogs, camouflaged to look like tree bark. They hide under leaves and are rarely seen, but during mating season, these one-inch paper clip sized frogs are vocal.
They are classified as chorus frogs. These amphibians became headliners for my spring concert at the lake. I was astonished at how they joined in perfect chorus to sing endless sonnets. During the hour I wrote, the frogs made no key changes, melody shifts or took breath breaks.
I pictured all creation being as persistent as spring peepers in a unified quest. I visualized individual voices uniting to sing and celebrate eternal performances.
Pitching another tune from the FROG blog,
“How many are your works, Lord! In wisdom you made them all; the earth is full of your creatures. There is the sea, vast and spacious, teeming with creatures beyond number – living things both large and small” (Ps. 104:24-25).