The ripple

When I took the picture of this duck, I caught myself looking at the ripples.  It never ceases to amaze me how that if we let God’s creation teach us, it never fails.  There is a lesson in every scene.

As the duck paddled its legs beneath him, the water rippled out revealing motion.  The display of the ripple varied based on his movement.  When he was still and quiet, the water barely moved, but when he flapped his wings and flailed around as he took his bath, there were splashes and ripples and noise.

So, of course I began to wonder, “What is my ripple?”  How does it look and what does it convey about me.

Do I thrash about wreaking havoc all around me?  Or perhaps I am so quiet and unmoving that I am barely noticed at all.   Or maybe, slow and steady is my way. …