As a result, worms don't freak me out. I would bait a hook; fascinated with the yellow goo that would come out of the "juicy ones" (can you hear the Man's Man laughing in my memory). As a gardener, I love them because they aerate the red clay we call soil around here. So I have developed an unusual practice; whenever I see a worm that has made it's way onto the sidewalk or the driveway, I scoop it up and put it back in the grass.
|Dried Up Worm|
I thought as I walked away that the worm had no idea that it was going to die if it kept on the path it had set for itself. It certainly had no idea that I was trying to help it and instead of embracing the help it viewed my intervention as an attack and fought wildly to continue on it's path to destruction. I had a better view of what was in for the worm, I was taking care of it whether it knew it or not.
How much more important are you to God than a worm? Instead of struggling when He picks you up and rescues you from a road that leads to death; why not relax in the palm of his hand? Why not be still and let him bring you up? If we thrash around when God picks us up, we miss the view from above. You will be back in the cool of the grass soon enough, stop thrashing, and realize He's got you. (Originally published August 5, 2013)