WALLY THE TOAD

WALLY THE TOAD

By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

Wally the toad got a workover ... and I'm to blame for it.
Here's his story:
Wally is minding his business.
He's hunkered down beneath a massive garden storage tote hidden from view and beneath the deck in the early morning hours of the day.
The garden tote is actually serving as a child's toy chest which belongs to two year old Owen and which will prove sufficient trouble for poor Wally.
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 Wally experiences a jerk and his morning begins with "upset."
Trying to get his bearings and adjust to an uncomfortable beam of blinding sunlight, he feels something akin to a tornado repositioning his entire toad life and habitat.
He rubs his eyes and realizes he's in mortal danger.
Life is not going to be the same for Wally.
Before he has time to think, blink, or even take a toadhop, human hands scoop him up and exclaim over him.
Even though he's an extremely pathetic looking creature with a gray and death-like leathery hide composed of wartish bumps and lumps, and a pale white soft protruding belly extending generously from his frame to warrant further criticism, the woman is taken with "him."
Her zealous demeanor is both disarming and alarming to Wally.
On a positive note he learns he has a name.
He also learns she's got gentle hands and a soft touch.
He doesn't sense he's going to die but he doesn't sense he's going to be set free right away either.
Bugger and blast.
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Wally is temporarily transported to a strange new environment:
A Red Flyer wagon with a portable grass nest and twigs has been arranged for him while a disappearing act occurs momentarily.
Wally works desperately and feverishly at his one shot of escape.
He jumps and bumps repeatedly against the sides of the "too high" wagon cell until he can't jump anymore and his head hurts.
He's tired;
Paralysis sets in and the voices of "two" draw near.
Eyes peer down into the wagon and the shriek of a two year old is heard.
Oh to be a toad in such conditions.
The woman lifts Wally up and the shrieking child continues.
Wally is set on the ground and he does what toads do.
He hops ... and he hopes.
He hopes ... and he hops.
He feels so desperate, so vulnerable, so afraid.
If Wally wasn't enduring such a fearful moment he might actually be amused by it;
The two year old child is getting down on all "fours" working to immitate and "betoad" him.
He touches and draws back from Wally, hestitant and unsure of uncertain movements.
He's not a mean child but he's too curious and childlike for toad comfort.
Wally gathers nerve and momentum, and after surviving approximately fifteen minutes of hand groping, video footage, and chaos, he heads for the hinterlands of friendly weeds afforded him and makes a hasty and final get-away.
The ordeal is over.
Wally survived.
He'll live and tell his story to other toads.
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Hmmm ...
I can't help but wonder if there's a "Wally" somewhere reading this:
-Whose habitat has been disrupted and dismantled.
-Whose fears have been amplified and electrified.
-Whose weariness, wonderings, and wanderings have produced justifiable jitters and tremors.
Who wonders if the "Wally chapter" will ever come to an end.
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Let me remind you, dear reader, that Christ will never flee a scene composed of distress, duress, or great difficulty.
-He will meet you with provision in unexpected ways.
-He will open up His promises to you in new and life-altering ways.
-He will protect, provide, and remain a constant and unconditional presence for you in the midst of your most trying difficulty.
The hands that were nailed for you will hold fast to you.
The feet that were spiked for you will convey and carry you.
The Christ that bled and died for you ...
Will hold tight to you.
This moment will pass, this season will end;
And God's glory will begin anew through you.
Hold Fast.
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"A bruised reed He will not break, and a smoldering wick He will not snuff out. In faithfulness, He will bring forth justice."
Isaiah 42:3