"We'd like two junior cones," my husband said into the drive-in speaker at a fast food stop on our way home from Wichita, "one chocolate in a cake cone and the other black walnut in a waffle cone," he specified.
"Thank you, that will be (x amount) of dollars," came the reply. That sounded like a lot for junior cones, so I remarked at the pay window that I didn't think junior cones cost that much. "Oh, you wanted junior cones? I thought you wanted single dips," the attendant said. She redid the order and we drove to the pick-up window.
"Where is everybody?" I remarked as we sat in front of the empty window. Then a worker approached and disappeared again. "Look, there's our order!!" I said when I spied two ice cream cones of the right color melting in a holder. Finally a young man came to the window and handed us a triple-dip strawberry cone. "No, those are our cones over there!" we pointed out. They were good, anyway, and just enough.
Sometimes things are just incongruous. When we were driving up the road on the way there, the new-leafing trees in their misty green veils reminded me of a bride on her wedding day, dewy and tender in their freshness. A few miles farther, the trees looked more like iced wedding cakes, frosted over and glittering in their sparkle. Some of the delicate branches were weighted to the ground after the ice storm last night, and some were split and broken. I couldn't believe the difference a few miles north make!
Upon arriving home, we decided to drive the few miles to the country to feed our chickens and gather the eggs. Then Howard wanted to drive along the pond to see if it had filled more from the heavy rains yesterday. The water was definitely higher, the sand bar completely covered and water lapping against the end of a boat tied high on the opposite bank. "I see a turtle on that little island," I said, thinking it was the one we had often seen sunning itself on an old tire partially submerged in the pond.
Howard couldn't see it, and I was beginning to wonder if were just a rock. It looked round and blurry in the distance. "Oh, I think it's the beaver!" I exclaimed. We had heard that one made its home in a culvert on the opposite side of the lake. I grabbed the binoculars, but I couldn't be sure. Suddenly it began to move, and I saw a long black neck protrude and realized it was only a very large goose!
Life is full of changed perceptions, misunderstandings and misconceptions. Things are not always what they seem. They can be funny, irritating or surprising. In our world today, only one thing is constant. The Bible says, "Jesus Christ, the same yesterday, today and forever," Hebrews 13:8.
James 1:17 tells us, "Every good and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variableness, neither shadow of turning." These we can depend on!
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