You knew, of course, that dinosaurs were on the endangered list. No? Really?
Check out Tina’s Dino Egg Lab–nesting areas, staff, an elevator, and even an aquarium–standard issue for rescue parks. And this, folks, is the only one of its kind. There are no dinos left in the wild (that’s why you haven’t seen any), and this is the world’s only dino hatching facility.
God must have had fun when He made the world, I often tell Tina. As we make art (always under her direction), I feel her joy in creativity, and imagine that we are catching a glimpse of the joy the Master Creator experienced at the dawn of time. For do we not, although corrupted, still bear the mark of His image?
“So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.” Genesis 1:27 (New International Version)
I’m hearing an echo from three-year-old Tommy these days.
We’ve been reading Kindness by Jane Belk Moncure. “Kindness is tying a shoe, so my sister will not trip on the string,” we read. “Kindness is holding a door open for someone whose arms are full.”
Auntie Anna and I are talking. The TV is on, but no one is watching it. Tommy turns it off and announces, “I turned off the TV. That was nice of me.”
He comes with me when I go to the health clinic for a shot. I’d warned Lisa that I wince when I get it, and asked if she minded if I took Tommy. I didn’t want to make him afraid of the doctor. No problem, she said.
“It’s going to hurt,” I explain to Tommy, “but it’ll be over in a moment.”
I wince. “It’ll be over in a moment,” Tommy says reassuringly.
He opens the door for me. “I opened the door,” he says. “That’s kindness.”
He was the ringbearer for Rona’s wedding. “I helped Rona,” he tells me. “Are you so glad I did that?”
Tommy is like a sponge, soaking up teaching from his parents, absorbing new words and ideas, analyzing them, making connections . . . I marvel at the human brain, and at its Creator.
“marvellous are thy works” Psalm 139:14