I have a garden pond beside the front porch of the farmhouse, and one day I heard a splash as if something fell into the water. When I looked closer, it was a frog that had made his home there. When he seen me, he jumped into the water. I have been trying to get a picture of him ever since. I finally sneaked up on him the other day and he posed for a few shots. He likes to float around where the bubbles come out of the fountain. Sometimes he sits on a rock to ponder on things in life while looking backwards.
(What is he thinking?)
"Do you know what kind of an animal always looks back? The lowest life there is. How many knows what the lowest life there is that moves? A frog. A frog is the lowest life there is, and a man is the highest life there is. And a frog looks backwards. I don't like that old low life. I want to look forward, believing, trusting, walking in the Light as He is in the Light, amen, as He shines the Light."Bro. Branham 60-1205
This is our desire here at the farm

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