As I looked at the white wall plug, my eyes played a trick on me. It looked as though it were moving. Then, the same thing happened when I looked at the black granite countertop.
"Oh, it looked like an ant," I said to myself. But ants don't work alone. So I decided to stare in order to make sure the little pesky bugs weren't invading my kitchen.
My eyes surveyed the landscape to see the sea of ants marching across the length of Nantucket right inside my kitchen. I was aghast with horror as thoughts of what my mother would say about my kitchen cleaning skills or lack thereof encircled my mind.
Alas, I admit defeat. I am not a clean freak. And my ant problem shows it.
"Remember the flood of 2014, Jr?" I could just hear him saying to his grandson.
"I barely got away when the threat of water flooding my friends and it started to crush my spirit, I just remembered whose I was and I held on until it all stopped."
No, the ants weren't talking, but if they could, I imagine that the ones who got away would tell that story to their offspring for many generations. And what a flood it was as I washed away those invasive and persistent ants in my somewhat messy kitchen.
I put myself in the place of the ants when I think about the flood of fear that traps me when I think about cancer and what it could do to the future of my family.
As I washed away the ants, feeling a bit guilty for all of the bugs, I removed, I thought about how I needed to cling to the Rock when the storms hit my life. I also thought of Psalm 46:1-3, where the Bible says:
"God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.Therefore we will not fear, though the earth should change and though the mountains slip into the heart of the sea; though its waters roar and foam, though the mountains quake at its swelling pride. Selah."
I know from seeing it in the lives of people around me, that it could be so much worse. The circumstances I see are heartbreaking, for sure.
But God binds up the brokenhearted and is close to those who seek His face and cling to Him.
When the storms rage in life, like the tragic end of relatives and friends, may you cling to the only thing in this world that will get you through - God the rock.
His word will be a shelter from the waters that threaten to overtake your life - and mine.
Please continue to pray for Ryan. He is on chemo right now. Thanks.