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Animal Refuge

Costa Rica is known for their preservation, peace, and people. As I continue to study and learn my eyes are opened further to each aspect of world wide recognition. For preservation, Costa Rica not only commits itself to caring for the earth's bountiful green grasses, towering banana trees, and dense rainforest, it also strives to save the animals who thrive within this natural beauty. Several organizations work to care for animals, restore those injured due to hunting, and research for ways to combat extinction. I received the opportunity to visit such a location, learning the various endangered and exotic animals within Costa Rica. I witnessed a tortuous couple making some aggressive love, a gorgeous male peacock attempting to attract a mate, a boa kill and begin to gulp down a precious little guinea pig, a small wildcat cry in annoyance at the rain interrupting his nap, and a giant family of monkeys swinging like they were being paid for it.
What magnificent creatures the Lord creates, and what a beautiful gift to be able to take part in restoring his Kingdom by protecting that which He has so masterfully designed. May you find a moment to reflect on an area in your life worth preserving: Perhaps a memory so strong an meaningful, time to take it out of the memory box and revisit it to relive its greatness, refresh the feelings, and feel the sensations; perhaps your health could be receive some additional care, time to take that exercise class you've secretly always wanted to try, or time to put down that extra bag of potato chips; or perhaps even a relationship with a friend or family member which needs tending to, time to schedule a coffee date, extend an invitation, talk over a cup of tea, or simply pick up the phone and make a call. Wherever you find yourself, I pray the Lord may give you the strength needed to value those things which are important to Him and work to preserve them.
All my love,
Genavieve

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