
Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch…
Two pairs of sandals walked on the gravelly path that led down the mountain.
Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch…
Shepherds by their dress, one was an old man with a bushy white beard, leaning on a staff as he walked.
Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch…
The other was a young man, tall and confident in his walk, carrying a haunch of roast mutton to share with the servants waiting below.
Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch…
That morning, a man of God and his son had walked up the path to the peak above.

Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch…
While there, they had an encounter with their God and learned a new aspect of His nature, that He is the God Who Provides.
Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch…
Now, two men of God walked back down the path in the end.
Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch…

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