Thursday, September 23, 2010

Little Miss Muffet

Little Miss Muffet
sat on her tuffet
Eating her curds and whey
When along came a spider
who sat down beside her
and frightened Miss Muffet away

Now, I am no Miss Muffet. Spiders don't bug me (pun intended). I do not appreciate them being on me or near me but I don't mind them hanging around once in awhile (pun intended again). Last night I was watching the news. The weather man was showing a gorgeous shot of the Harvest moon with Jupiter shining brightly below it in the sky. I decided to step outside because it was a quiet moment in the house (and I had to let out the cute little doggies we are sitting). I stepped out there and - much to my chagrin - the shaggy pecan trees that tower over our house were blocking the view. I walked out further and caught a glimpse of the moon behind billowy white clouds. The air was cool and crisp. I was headed back inside because I could hear the children uprising. I started toward the door when something out of the ordinary out of the corner of my eye. The flood light illuminated a large spider web with a big gray spider perched upon it. She sat there waiting patiently for her dinner to be provided. Her web is nothing new to me. I have seen it a few times before. She sways in the moonlight until she disappears with the morning sun. I take the dogs out and I never walk through her web. My children are able to walk past it and not get tangled and caught during the day. This little spider painstakingly builds her home - her livelihood - each and every night. She works with agile movements that she has done many times before. She is beautiful. She is skilled and built her web more beautifully tonight than she did last night. I enjoy having her around. She provides me a source of comfort. I know that she waits on the Lord to provide for her just like I do. She waits hours upon hours each night for her portion. Those hours are counted the same for me. I have the same amount of seconds in a night that she does...

Matthew 6:24-34
25"Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you shall eat or what you shall drink, nor about your body, what you shall put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? 26Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? 27And which of you by being anxious can add one cubit to his span of life? 28And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they neither toil nor spin; 29yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. 30But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O men of little faith? 31Therefore do not be anxious, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' 32For the Gentiles seek all these things; and your heavenly Father knows that you need them all. 33But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things shall be yours as well. 34"Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Let the day's own trouble be sufficient for the day.

It is easy to worry. I worry about our future. I worry about our plans. I worry about our marriage, children, house, cars, clothing, appliances, health, futures, furniture, money, jobs, and yes, even what food we will have on the table. Sometimes - it might be best to go outside, breathe the crisp air, refuel and thank the Lord.

This blog post may or may not have been inspired by a book I am currently reading called "Refuel" by Doug Fields
and a certain little gray friend.

1 comment:

  1. Thanks for the reminder. Yes, we don't really need to worry, the Lord will alway provide for our NEEDS. He is faithful! Thanks Amy and "friend." Just Me