Guided Antics

I remember when I was a little girl and I would watch the ants for hours.  Sometimes I would poke a stick into the ant bed to see the inner chambers and eggs....watch them rebuild the exposed parts in the most horrific scurry.  There was not one still ant. 

At first glance it appeared to be chaos...until I followed the movements of just one.  Just one ant going against the grain and flow of every ant he came across to get one grain of dirt, one mighty rock to place in the hole.  And then I watched another, and another, each filling the place.  I'd lose interest and go inside for a while...and come back out to check.  And by dusk the last straggling workers were placing the last grains on an enclosed, and once again protected home.

It's a life of vital balance, is it not?  The same holes that offer us entrance into safety and prosperity also lend the danger of exposure to the elements.  Why on earth do we hole ourselves off alone thinking we are not understood?  Thinking we are supposed to overcome something without any help?

Us and our misguided antics.  We were made to need each other. 

We not only help the young,...

...we help the capable, too.  Being the bridge is a gloriously beautiful part of our God-given instinct.  I will become stronger so that I can become part of the bridge.  And, when our needs are reversed, we can trade.  We will bind our purposes so tightly together in selfless compromise that it will be as if there never were a gap to begin with.

I am so glad I don't have to go through this life alone.  Oh, the feeling when you lift me! 

 

Now, climb up, Brother, so you can feel heaven, too, for we build a place where we live -- really live -- together.