No kidding! I saw a bear on Friday. We took a little road trip this weekend. We were driving through a particularly beautiful stretch of Colorado, near the New Mexico border, and I was lost in the beauty of it until John started pointing and yelling for us to look. And about 50 feet away was a small, cinnamon colored bear meandering along the railroad tracks beside us. My heart almost stopped--but not because of fear.
I've lived here for almost 4 years now and have never seen a bear, though I've desperately wanted to. I've seen evidence of bears. Everything from overturned dumpsters and trash cans, bear scat, and bear-proof (often Mer-proof) trashcans in local parks, but until last Friday, I've never seen a bear.
I've been asking God to show me one for awhile now. Not in a "God, IF you love me, you'll let me see a bear" way, but more in a way that says, "God, I know that my heart matters to you, and I would so love to see a bear".
Seeing that bear on Friday was a gift. My tears fell freely for I knew that in seeing that bear, God saw me. And you know what? We saw another bear on the return trip...in almost the exact same spot. Isn't God good??
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Funny that you saw a bear just after you used the fact that you'd never seen one to console me :)!
I remember some summers in Colorado Springs while working with ISI. Never saw a bear but heard them at night banging on the dumpsters.
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