The Lion and the Lamb

 

This is another re-post, from 2020. Must obey the hand, wrist. 

 

We live near The Safari Park, located in San Pasqual Valley, in San Diego County.  Animals from the Savannah in Africa live in a uniquely designed area that accommodates the needs of the animals.  

They all live in well hidden borders.

With the exception of lions and tigers, of course…they live in natural enclosures and unbreakable plexiglass.  Scare the daylights out of me.

Here is a collection of lion words:

Lion’s share

Lion’s mane

Lionized

Lion heart

Into the Lion’s mouth

Lion’s den

Lion and the lamb

Cowardly lion

Lion of Judah

Lion in winter

Sea lion

Mountain lion

Lion's Roar

 

The Lion, Witch, and the Wardrobe

Christ, the Lion of Judah

 

 

The Wild Animal/Safari Park near Escondido,CA has created an international compound for preservation of endangered species. Two of my then-teenage children worked at the Park during summer. It was an awesome place to learn.

My wrist is having some trouble.  I am putting too much strain on the joint. Pray for me.

Y is for...YELL

Arlee Bird has a blog site on which he discusses dreams and possible interpretations.  I dedicate this post to him.

“Y” is for Yell!

I taught school for twenty years as a second career.  One of my personal mandates was that I did not raise my voice.  I did not yell in the classroom, unless it was part of reading aloud and the character was yelling. 

Doris Day, oh how I wanted to be you!

Oh, I would yell on the playground.  “Get OFF that FENCE right NOW!”

This almost looked like me, so long ago....

I have this recurring dream in many variations.  With a herd of forty students, I am guiding them on a field trip through some hazardous place.  Why we would go to a minefield or an African savannah, I don’t know, but we are there and I am charged with keeping these students safe.

Don't go there! I warned you...

There are always a number of students who wander off the path that we must stay on or dire things will happen. 

They might look cute...no!...don't...

When I see them at the back of the line, I cannot get to them in time.  So I must yell at them, “Stop right there...”

Only I can’t yell.  No matter how hard I try, I cannot yell.  Finally I manage it…and I wake myself up yelling. 

“You okay?” asks my husband.