My son saw the frog first. It sat at the lake’s edge where the water laps the sand. It leapt just as we approached.
Without hesitation, my son dove after him, splashing and running and grabbing at the water down the shoreline. After a flurried few seconds, and to my great surprise, my little three-year-old held up the frog and shouted, “I got it!” He grasped the frog in his two small hands and showed him around to everyone.
I smiled because he caught the frog, yes, but I was more impressed with the spirit behind this little adventure.
To catch a frog takes courage.
To catch a frog takes confidence.
To catch a frog takes decisiveness.
To catch a frog takes an adventurous spirit.
And Ben did not hesitate. He plowed through the water with singular purpose. I like that.
In 2 Samuel 23, Benaiah is declared valiant, for he “went down into a pit on a snowy day and killed a lion” (2 Samuel 23:20, NIV).
Frog. Lion. Maybe it’s not the same, but the spirit beneath is.
I hope to catch a frog myself one day. And I hope you catch one too.