Yesterday at lunch I went for a ride to the bank and almost hit a cicada...he flew towards my chest and my jacket was open. When I got to the stoplight I looked down and didn't see anything. I figured he must have scooped around me SO I went about my business and rode back to work, took out my id from my jacket for the guy at the gate....still no sign of the cicada.
So I get back to work and put my jacket on the back of my chair. This was at 2:00.
6:00 comes and I head over to bible study. That went from 7:00 to 9:30.
We learned our bible lesson and prayed and had a great time in the Lord.
Still no sign of the Cicada...
So I hug all my sisters, brothers, my pastor and my first lady and put my jacket and gear on and head out to IHOP in laurel as I do every thursday night. When I get there and open up my jacket to take it off...OUT COMES BILLY THE CICADA!!!
(where he was hiding at in there I haven't a clue)
He flew to the table opposite me and the lady behind me freaked out and was like "CICADA!!! CICADA!!! CICADA!!!"
I looked over and chuckled to myself and scooped him up and put him outside. I watched him as he crawled around and thought to myself....
"That has got to be the most blessed cicada ever born. He spent the day riding around in my jacket...went to the bank and to work with me...went to bible study with me and rode with me to dinner...wow."
I smiled when I saw him fly off into the night just imagining all the stories he would tell his cicada buddies before he died.
Dm of mD
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