FOX TALE

FOX TALE

By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

On my way to work several days ago, I turned off the tar, and drove my usual final route on a mile of gravel. About a third of a mile in I caught a fleeting glimpse of a curled up "fur ball" laying near the side of the road.
Resembling a fluffy and perhaps, dead pomeranian, I preceded to back up and have a better look.
Whatever it was seemed very much out of place.
Within about one foot, my curiosity was rewarded with a beautiful little visibly shaken fox pup and, for just a moment, we looked at one another, and then she shook her frightened little self and began to move.
In a graceful but dazed sort of lope she headed across the road to a rancher's rock pile, which I am secretly familiar with, on account of prayers which I have prayed on that "altar."
She had found a good and blessed shelter and yet I feared for the little fox's safety.
Getting out of my car, I ambled into the rock pile and tried to locate her, but no such luck.
Dusting off my black dress pants, I jumped into my car and headed the rest of the way to my client's home reflecting on the beauty and rarity of such an unusual occurance.
It touched me that God should intersect me in such a way and lead me directly to the place where He and I had communed and talked together.
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My client's assertion that my "escapades and encounters" remain unmatched, providing her with the richest source of entertainment is a truth I can't object to or disagree with.
She listened to my fresh new "tale" with a curious thoughtfulness and commented on the strangeness of the little encounter.
Remarking at how splendid it might be if I should see the little fox again she remarked that such an occurance would be a double rarity.
Hmmm ...
It just so happened that some hours later, my fragile client desired a rare ride with me into town.
Pointing out the protective pile of rock that my little fox had run to, I slowed the car and what should I see, but a wondrous pair of little fox ears peaking out from behind a great set of rocks at me. Had I not been looking carefully, the ears most certainly would have gone unnoticed but, as it was, my senses were quite charged to the site and I spotted her.
Had I not been driving, I think I might have fallen over;
My shocked client also.
If you've ever played hide and seek with a little child who has half a foot sticking out from behind the big chair, you'll catch the flavor of what the little fox looked like to my eye.
 It was most unfortunate my client's eye couldn't capture the scene with me, but for dimness of eye, I had to recount the episode verbally as we experienced it.
The little ears peeking out, caused me to repeat my attempts at getting near to her, and I pulled to the side of the road and with phone in hand, entered into my prayer haven but with a different objective.
And all of a sudden, the beautiful little fox pup, stole out of the pile and ran into the adjoining field of a rancher.
She kept looking back at me while she loped away and I captured her with my lens (both the "ear shot" and the "turn about face" shot,) and returned to the car where I showed my client.
"Oh my, for rare sighting," my client exclaimed, "What a day."
Hmmm ...
What a beautiful day indeed.
A day of "double rarity" with spiritual clarity.
To God be praise.
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When my shift ended that day, I left several little meat sandwiches in the rocks, thinking about the "lone" little fox who had been clearly separated from her primary nurturing agent.
Maybe the little fox returned to the pile and maybe she didn't;
Maybe she ate the food I brought her and maybe she didn't.
 I simply know I took care to display proper concern for a vulnerable little piece of God's creation that day. And it gladdened me, that my little prayer haven had temporarily housed a "lone" little fox on the run.
It also caused me to reflect on the notable "factors and influencers" that lead us into that notable, favorable haven called prayer.
The trials, hurts, heartaches, and pains we experience on our earthly journey move us, more intentionally, into that Rock that never leaves us nor forsakes us.
We are safe in Him,
We are safe with Him,
May others observe the "ears" that hide in such shelter.
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"For in the time of trouble He shall hide me in His pavilion: in the secret of His tabernacle shall He hide me; He shall set me upon a rock."
Psalm 27:5