- It’s been a rainy day, as anyone in the Corinth area is aware. I thought about blogging on all the things I got accomplished today. Since the weather’s been nice, we’ve spent so much time outside, that I was falling behind on my household chores. Rain afforded me the excuse to get laundry done. I thought about blogging about the funny things my two year old has done today. Those are always plentiful. I could talk about her wanting to fry chicken for breakfast, or how cute she is when she’s compelled to jump on the bed after I strip the sheets. I thought about blogging about the baby and how I still stand in awe and disbelief over how good she is. I knew I could talk all about how well she behaved yesterday on our long grocery shopping expedition. For some reason, today, none of that gave me the spark that compelled me to put my thoughts down for you to read. In the end, it was the worm. That dried up earthworm that found its final resting place on the floor of my laundry room; he demanded to be the subject for today.
- I’ve been writing, other than this blog, late at night, after the children go to sleep. It’s giving me the opportunity to see things that have happened in my life from a different perspective. You’ve always heard hindsight is 20/20. Well, writing can often be like that. It allows you to put a spotlight, or perhaps a microscope on a situation and see angles and depths you never noticed while in the midst of it all. By putting my own life under the lens, I am seeing where God has brought me, and what He had brought me out of as well. That worm had come out of the ground today when the storm came. Unplanned by him, he was tracked inside on my husband’s shoe. After falling from the sole of Ben’s Nike, I’m sure the little worm was relieved. But then he realized he was far from home and without the protection of the cool earth from which he came. I’m sure he struggled and strove, searching for some soft dirt. He likely had also been injured in the entire transfer from the wet grass outside, to the groove on the bottom of the sneaker, and finally to the warm, dry wooden floor. Eventually pain, fatigue, maybe some internal bleeding, but perhaps just a loss of hope, caused little Mr worm to give up.
- If you put your life under the microscope, what would you see? Would you recall a time where you left the safety of your cool, moist earth when storms came and threatened to wash you away? Would you recall a time like Job, where a whale swallowed you, or a giant shoe picked you up like our little worm friend? What did you do when you were in the belly of the whale, or on a stark wooden floor far from your home or comfort zone? Was it painful? Were you frightened? Did you want to give up? Matthew 6:28 & 30 would ask you “Why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more cloth you, O you of little faith?” When we look at our lives, right now, are we trusting Him to deliver us? Are we pressing on in faith towards the goal He’s placed in our hearts, or are we giving up and risking that we’ll become hardened, brittle, and dried up like the little worm? As I see myself under my own microscope, I pray not. I pray never to dry up.
That is all 🙂