All Creatures: Life Lessons Learned From Some Of God's Lesser Creatures by Elizabeth SimmonsAll Creatures: Life Lessons Learned From Some Of God's Lesser Creatures by Elizabeth Simmons

All Creatures: Life Lessons Learned From Some Of God's Lesser Creatures

byElizabeth Simmons

Paperback | August 2, 2016

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Finding hope can sometimes feel like a daunting, almost impossible task. How refreshing to be able to experience glimpses of hope in the simplest of daily interactions with others-even animals.All Creatureschallenges the reader to see beyond the ordinary to the extraordinary treasures hidden by our Creator in the least of his creations. This collection of twenty-five devotions focuses on learning to look for God's promises of hope regardless of your current circumstances.
Elizabeth Simmons is a north Texas native, currently residing in rural Valley View. Growing up as the daughter of a Baptist minister greatly influenced her interpretation of life. Her desire to discern God's presence in even the smallest details of life enables her to find hidden gems of truth in just about every situation.
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Title:All Creatures: Life Lessons Learned From Some Of God's Lesser CreaturesFormat:PaperbackDimensions:160 pages, 8 × 5 × 0.68 inPublished:August 2, 2016Publisher:Morgan James PublishingLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:1630478466

ISBN - 13:9781630478469

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For we walk by faith, not by sight. 2 Corinthians 5:7 (NKJV) A few years ago, I heard a song by native Texas country artist Sunny Sweeney that touched me in the deepest part of my soul. It was filled with such genuine and insightful lyrics. I knew the first verse alone could be the theme song for how I felt about life. Let me share just a few lines with you: "If I could make my living going fishing, then I would make my living with a line and pole, put food on the table, pay the money to the landlord, buy some working clothes 'cause I ain't making money going fishing like I'm paid in a factory." It's pure poetry, I'm tellin' ya.That's right, folks, I love to fish. As a matter of fact, our entire family enjoys fishing together. I recall being creekside with Ken one weekday, both our lines in the water and a couple of decent-sized crappie on the stringer. Our picture-perfect moment was interrupted by a ringing cell phone. Our daughter, Kimberly-then a senior in high school and dependent on us for transportation-called to say she had been released early and needed a ride home from school. Without divulging my current location, I asked if there was any way she could hitch a ride with someone. She said she had already tried and could find no one to help her out. I reluctantly left my husband in charge of our gear and drove to the school. When I explained that she had interrupted my outing and that's why I needed her to get a ride elsewhere, she was momentarily appalled. But she quickly recovered and said, "Well, let's make sandwiches and get back down there!" Now that's what I'm talking about!Seriously, though, for me, one of the simplest pleasures in this life is getting up at dawn, heading down to the creek, and spending the morning with a line or two in the water. Sometimes we fish; other times we catch fish; and every now and then we just enjoy the peace and quiet that a hidden creek affords. Occasionally, when the kids have made other plans, Ken and I will steal away for some evening bank fishing. On one of our getaways, we requested the company of royalty. Calamity Jane, an "overly healthy" black chow mix, enjoyed a position of tenure in the family and was affectionately referred to as "the Queen." Ken adopted her from a shelter when she was just over a year and a half. She had been injured in a car accident and was recuperating from hip surgery when he rescued her. He remembers walking in and being met by a host of healthy dogs, barking and jumping, vying for his attention, when his gaze fell on Calamity. Curled into a tight ball in the corner with her bum leg bandaged, she looked up at him with soulful eyes, and he said, "How 'bout that one?" We also invited Calamity's dear friend, Mocha, to join us that evening. A sweet, middle-aged chocolate lab, Mocha came to us through a coworker who couldn't tolerate her digging anymore but did not want to surrender her to a shelter. She quickly became known as our "Princess" and was never seen too far from Calamity's side.Off the four of us went to one of our favorite catfish holes. We packed in all the essentials: rods, tackle box, folding chairs, snacks, drinks, and dogs. It was a perfect evening; the temperature was just right, and a nice breeze was blowing. The dogs were enjoying themselves very much as well. We didn't catch anything at all, but we did relish our evening out. When it was time to leave, we returned the chairs to their sleeves, made sure all our trash was picked up, divided everything up, and turned to make our way back to the truck.One problem: it was pitch black, and we had failed to bring a flashlight. Or a phone. Or anything else that might serve to illuminate our path back to civilization. We tried to make our way very carefully through the uneven and rocky terrain, but we had no way of seeing where the best footholds were.  Have no fear! Calamity and Mocha could tell we were struggling and swiftly came to the rescue. We knew they could easily find their way to the truck with their keen senses of sight and smell. So rather than relying on our poor vision to lead us out, we faithfully followed in the footsteps of the Queen and our Princess, stepping where they stepped, pausing where they paused, and eventually setting foot on solid ground right beside our trusty Dodge.In our time of darkness and uncertainty, when we could not find our way by sight, we had no choice but to place our faith in those devoted animals who had accompanied us on our trip. According to Merriam-Webster's Dictionary, faith is a firm belief in something for which there is no proof. We had no proof that the dogs could get us safely home, but we knew their track record and were happy to place our faith in them. How lucky we were to have them with us when we needed them. It would have been much more difficult for us to find our way if we'd been alone. There are times in life when we have to forego the proof and just step out to walk by faith, not by sight. Fortunately, we are never alone in this life. Our guide is always with us to show the way. But we must learn to walk by faith in him, stepping where he steps, pausing where he pauses, and believing without proof that he will direct us to the place where we can safely set our feet on solid ground.