July 10, 2007

It's early Tuesday morning or late Monday night. But I'm trying something new - a blog spot. As I ponder color options and struggle to upload a photo, ants roam about my desk. They come on occasion, but I haven't seen them in a while. They're out in force tonight, though. Recent rains must have driven them indoors. Don't know that I've ever seen so many.

I feel far too important to have critters distracting my flow, but they don't scare easy. I could squish them with little effort, but I've been told an odor released upon impact only attracts more. Perhaps I've been fooled by an old wives tale. Still, I watch them roam.

They bother me.

They scurry about with short antennas, in a hurry to no where. If they could search the pages of my calendar, open to the current month, they're certain to know we must make it to the allergist by Thursday morning. But they can't that far. A pen acts as the great barrier. Maneuvering around it's long body keeps them from wandering the wide open reminder of my current plans.

I feel like God.

I, The Master, with fingers hot on the keys, can look down on the feeble ants, crawling with little purpose; little understanding of the importance of their surroundings. A blog is being birthed! A writer is at her perch! A flow of thought is entering the causeways. And with a mere brush of her finger, this soulful creator (in need of rest) could move the obstacle pen from their path, as if dividing the Red Sea.

Truth is, I'm also an ant. And He is the Almighty God. And He does have a master plan. And as I hurry about, out of touch with the greater purpose of things, He looks down, with love, and patience, and kindness of soul.

"Do you not know? Have you not heard? Has it not been told you from the beginning? Have you not understood since the earth was founded? He sits enthroned above the circle of the earth, and its people are like grasshoppers." (Isaiah 40: 21-22 NIV)