Disappearance of the Frogs The little frogs at work have disappeared. They no longer spring from the grassy patches onto the walks in the early morning, and the little mascot that lived outside my office trailer has not been above ground in over a week. Today I left for work at a few minutes after five. The lights of the city were low as I drove out towards the country side, and I was running towards Mars, looking straight at him. I walked the long way around from the gravel parking lot to the trailers to see if I could find any of the little grass frogs. BUt they were not above ground as far as I could tell. They've been gone for a few days. The people from third shift out in the smoking patio must think I'm a kook as I crouch down and scan for the little frogs that I've come to like so much. They must wonder what I am looking for.

Our office trailers are very big trailers, far larger than most mobile home trailers. They are set up in a disorderly pattern (as far as I can determine), and there are enough of them to make a small trailer city that sits on one end of the colossal new building that is going up. Board sidewalks have been constructed to connect all the trailers, and these are quite sturdy and keep us out of the incredible amounts of mud and runoff that drain from the construction. As I strode along the board sidewalk between two trailers in the darkness, I stopped, for I could hear crickets very plainly. But then, between the rise and fall of the cricket calls, I heard the steady tinkling call of the little frogs. They're in there somewhere, sounding their gentle songs. But they don't show themselves any more.

Hab 3:15-19 Thou didst walk through the sea with thine horses, [through] the heap of great waters.
When I heard, my belly trembled; my lips quivered at the voice: rottenness entered into my bones, and I trembled in myself, that I might rest in the day of trouble: when he cometh up unto the people, he will invade them with his troops.
Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither [shall] fruit [be] in the vines; the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and [there shall be] no herd in the stalls:
Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will joy in the God of my salvation.
The LORD God [is] my strength, and he will make my feet like hinds' [feet], and he will make me to walk upon mine high places. To the chief singer on my stringed instruments.