Along the three mile dirt road into Northern Frontier Camp is a swamp.  Ralph and I are always watching for wildlife.  We hope for a moose sighting each time we pass that area, but so far none. 

I will always remember the beaver we saw one day in that spot.  Ralph stopped the van and opened the windows.  We could hear the beaver chomping on the bark of a small stick.  He had a captive audience that day as he chewed.  Soon the stick was bare of all bark and our friend swam away after giving us a friendly slap of his tail on the water.

What a moment!  For me it was a sacred moment. 

There have been other moments that I imagine God setting up just for me . . . like the time I was up at 5:30 a.m. unable to sleep and in the middle of my front yard was a huge buck nibbling from our oak tree. I was able to creep outside onto our front steps and watch him through grateful tears.  (I think my angel awakened me just to see the show he knew I’d appreciate). We see lots of deer at our current house, but this deer was in the middle of a neighborhood . . . a rare thing.

 A bear crossed the camp road in front of our car on our first day off last summer . . . another magic moment. 

A bald eagle landed and took off right in front of us on our walk one day . . . perfect timing!

I could go on and on, but God’s magic moments are all around us.  Keep looking and there will be one for you.

Back to the beaver . . . Ralph was able to retrieve the stick the beaver chewed and gift it to me.  I keep it in our family room as a reminder to keep looking for God’s magic moments.

Elizabeth