“And I have caught a pregnant bluehead lizard that has already had one egg. Soon it will have more eggs.”
–Joseph Brooks, October 21, 1996
When we first went to Mozambique, our son Joseph was 6. As I sort through old emails, I came across a letter that he dictated to Martin to be typed into an email to send to his friends back home. It reads like this:
“Everywhere you walk, there is sand. Most of the time it does not rain even though there are dark clouds. We have tall thorns around the whole compound as a fence.
“It’s more exciting here because every day you have friends to play with, and you don’t have to go far to find any. Most of the time we play marbles or play with a hacky sack or we play soccer which is really called football here.
“And I have caught a pregnant bluehead lizard that has already had one egg. Soon it will have more eggs.
“And also, there was this hole in the flower bed, and I accidentally shot a marble, and it went down the hole. As I was trying to dig it up to get it, a head popped out of the hole. I thought it was a snake at first, but then my gardener told me that it was a frog. So I ran and got a jar and caught it while my gardener watched it. And I still have the toad and the lizard. The frog is as tall as my finger and as wide as my fist.”
Joseph always was, and still is, a happy person. Maybe it’s because he focused on the toads. Too many times in life we are expecting a snake, and God gives us a toad instead, and it’s wonderful, but I tend to just say, “Whew! That was close.” I forget about it, and go on looking for the next snake. Instead, like Joseph, I should run and get a jar, and celebrate the toads! How many times has God given me a toad when I was expecting a snake, but I just move on, forgetting all of the good times God has given, and all of the times I have been rescued, and I go on looking for the next snake to bite me, instead of being happy about the all of the toads.