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| The time Jesus raised my dead turle...; he sure has a sense of humor, too! | |
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I was 11 years old and had a lot of pets. In one ten-gallon aquarium lived a lizard, a fire-bellied toad, and a turtle. I had bought this baby painted turtle from a friend of mine who was in my class and my girl-scout troop. During the summer, my grandmother had signed me up for a 3 week horseback-riding day camp. One morning I got up all excited to go to the camp, but instead of doing my typical morning routine, something told me to go immediately to the aquarium. I didn't know why, but it was a strong leading- almost like someone else was moving my body there. I looked, and there was my turtle wedged face-down in the corner between the rock and the glass (between a rock and a hard place hahaha. God has a sense of humor, but it wasn't funny at the time). I reached in and pulled my dead little baby turtle out. He was limp and lifeless, and what was once tight, shiny black skin was now puffy, grey, and flaky. Well, at first I decided I would give him CPR. So I put my fingers over his nostrils and blew into his mouth. Nothing. I laid him on his back, and pushed with my finger on his chest, but still nothing. Maybe I was not doing it right, I thought, so I pumped his arms and legs in and out of his shell, but still nothing. Then it occured to me, "This dried shrimp that he eats smells bad enough to wake the dead. Let's try that!" So I put some in the little plastic lid that came with the food and laid him on his belly with his chin propped up on the dish so his nose was right over the food, and I stood back and watched. About 10 seconds later his head came lunging forward in a deep breath, and he started breathing again! I was so happy! But I was still concerned about him since I couldn't keep an eye on him because I was going to camp. So I made my brother watch him during the day. I bet he thought I was nuts. No one had seen the turtle dead. Even after that miracle, I didn't know it was Jesus, and I wa snot saved, and would not be for quite some time. But perhaps God let me see this as a seed to draw from later on. I am pretty stubborn, so He had to show me quite a few things along the way. |
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