Have you ever noticed the absolute, sheer, unbeguiled, no questions asked joy that hits a person or multiple people square in the face like and egg shot from a sling shot when they see a frog and they weren’t expecting to?! There may be no greater event.
This happened the other day. I was on the back deck with my family at their house in Michigan and we were about to leave for the airport. I had been visiting for about a week and was about to head home to my wife and dog and the wonderful swirl of paving ones own path. When all of a sudden, out of the somberness of departure rose a gasp.
Look, a frog!
Said my mother in sheer joy as hopping across the deck was a little web footed, midsummer leaf green, subtle creature. Frogs are subtle, are they not? They don’t flaunt whatsoever. There’s a certain level of awkwardness that is tied to only being able to hop to get around, I’d imagine.
Everyone rushed to the spot on the deck where the frog had stopped. It looked up. We looked down. The dog came over - a lug of a golden retriever named Mowgli - he bent down and met the frog eye to eye. The frog stayed stationary.
We were running late to begin with and there’s something wonderful about thinking that I could have missed a flight on a plane flying 34,000 feet in the air and covering over 2,000 miles under five hours due to a frog sighting.
Frogs are a common occurring rarity.
Think of the horror of being so ready and preoccupied with getting to the airport that you totally missed the frog! Hopefully life never gets to that sinful state.
Common occurring rarities deserve our attention. They are the infinity of prayers shooting up from within the infinity of occurrences that make up what we call common, everyday life.