On a bike ride this morning, I turned onto a little dirt trail through the woods, heading out toward the Rio Grande. Twenty yards from the river, I found a book lying in the trail, battered by the weather:
It was a Bible, lying open to Exodus 15:22: “Then Moses led Israel from the Red Sea and they went into the Desert of Shur. For three days they traveled in the desert without finding water.”
Not sure what to make of this, other than to point out that the river is low, but they did eventually get to Elim:
Then they came to Elim, where there were twelve springs and seventy palm trees, and they camped there near the water.
I left it on the bench, with a stick to mark the page.