A lesson from Sammy Squirrel

A young squirrel I like to call Sammy Squirrel lives in my backyard. He loves to sit on the fence in the sun while he eats his lunch—often a big nut. When it rains, he doesn’t have to hide inside a tree, because he has a beautiful, bushy tail that he pulls over his head like an umbrella to keep him dry. 

Of course, you aren’t a squirrel. And you don’t have a tail like Sammy. But you do have something even better. It’s called your spiritual identity. And like Sammy’s tail, it is always with you to protect you.

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