Last Friday I was at church folding bulletins for Sunday service. It isn’t something that I generally do, but I was there, and it needed done. I was needing a break, because folding bulletins isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Whomever folds your bulletins at church deserves a medal, and a good back massage. Every. week. Pay them. Buy them chocolates. They deserve it.
Anyway, I wandered around the room trying to force my right hand to work again, and massage the permanent twitch out from under my left shoulder blade. I stopped at the window because I had noticed a fly desperately trying to get itself untangled from a spider web.
At first I was morbidly fascinated. I hate flies and was cheering the demise of it. Neener..neener..ha ha your sooooo dead…muahahahahahaha All bugs deserve to die!!!
But the longer I watched it struggle, rest for a moment and get back to the struggling, trying everything it could to remove itself, over and over and over again, the more I realized that I have been just like that fly lately. Stuck in a web, not of my own making, doing everything in my power to get out, resting, and trying again. Hopelessly wearing myself out and making everyone around me miserable.
Nothing could get that fly out of that web unless someone bigger, smarter, and stronger disentangled it. Nothing can get me out unless someone bigger, smarter and stronger disentangles me from it. I just need to call for help, and wait for it to come. Resting in Him. Waiting for His timing.
Patience…not something I was born with…something I am learning the hard way, every. single. day.