Article December 30, 2013 Issue

Turkey tracks and seeking God

Sue Holzberlein

I lived in a house once where lots of wild turkeys often came into the yard. When it snowed, there were turkey tracks going in all different directions. The turkeys had favorite spots, too, and those spots had lots of tracks.

One time a friend and I were standing in a second floor hallway looking out the window. I was telling her that if she looked in a particular direction she would see all kinds of turkey tracks, but she kept looking the other way. Our conversation went like this:

“No, look over here! See all these tracks?”

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