From a Moth

This isn't the best photo I could have taken, but I had dogs barking at me and I had to pee.

Anyway, why was I taking a picture of a moth? Honestly, I'm not sure I knew...but I'm glad I did.

I was sitting on a tree stump, waiting for the dogs I let out twice a week to finish their business, when I heard something behind me. I finally turned, only to see this moth fluttering wildly on the ground. I watched it for a moment, then, feeling compassion for it, went to see if I could help it in its struggle.

I put my finger on the ground in front of it and tried to get it to crawl onto it. Instead, it continued to flutter wildly and moved away from the tip of my finger. I followed it with my finger, trying again, but the same thing happened.

So, I ever so gently touched its wing.

And the fluttering stopped.

I watched it for a few minutes, but it remained calm on the ground. So, because of the barking dogs, I snapped this picture and walked away.

Maybe 15 or so minutes later, I was in my car when this came to me:

Just like that moth, I flutter wildly on the ground sometimes. Jesus tries to help by picking me up, but I refuse. I turn away, not willing to get into His hand. After He tries again, with me still refusing, He ever so gently touches me, and my fluttering stops. And I am calm and at peace.

He won't pick me up if I refuse. And in my fluttering, a touch is hard to refuse, because I'm so busy fluttering wildly about that I'm not paying attention to the finger coming near my fluttering self. And thankfully, His touch brings peace to my storm, a calm to my chaos, a rest from my fluttering.

Jesus showed me all this from a moth. Oh, how He loves me!