The other day my webhost asked one of those Barbara-Walters' questions: If you could be any animal in the world, what would it be and why? I couldn't think of a single animal I'd want to be other than maybe a gazelle. And only because they can run so fast and move so quickly. That's the "old" portion of me fantasizing new cartilage and tendons that react on command.
I do, however, know what kind of insect I'd like to be. They are rather ugly little creatures. Gray ovals of multiple teeney legs that scoot along the surface of cool places. They can often be found hiding beneath an old log, or under a rock. Lately I feel I could enjoy being a roley-poley. I could curl up into a little ball until some sweet child comes along and puts me in the center of her friendly warm palm. Then I'd unfurl and crawl all over her hand and enjoy the giggles and happiness she has in her heart. I could revel in the fact of just being "me" and being loved for exactly who I am.
That is similar to how I feel about the days of discouragement and the moments of disillusionment I have with people who have little to no regard for another person's feelings. I see folks treat each other with less kindness than they do their cocker spaniels, and I naturally recoil at the sight. I'm so glad that the Lord comes along and picks me up and puts me in the palm of His hand and lets me revel in the joy He gives--the mercy and forgiveness. His steadfast love gives me heart for the dregs of life. And in Him only do I trust to unfurl and relax. selahV
