A Bug's Life
“When we do the best we can, we never know what miracle is wrought in our life, or in the life of another.” Helen Keller
By Robin Mullins Senger, TheToxGuide.com
I was curious as to why God would defend the life of a bug.
May I share with you a very special memory of mine? For me, this illustrates perfectly the nature of God.
Several years ago, I was building a rail fence around my yard. It was pleasant work and I was in a good place in life at that time. I chatted with God while I worked, and picked up a hammer to sink a nail in place. That’s when I spotted it. A BUG. I aimed for it with my hammer.
“Wait!” I heard Him in my spirit. I paused, hammer held high. “Huh?” I queried Him, confused with the interruption and impatient to flatten the hated bug. “Look at it.” I looked – yep, it was still a bug, still needed flattening by my hammer. I started to take aim again, and was urgently stopped by Him again, “Look at it – get down close and just look at it – isn’t it pretty?”
Hmmm… I hesitatingly bent close and looked – curious as to why God would defend its life. What did it matter?
It was actually kind of pretty though I reluctantly admitted. It had several bright colors in a beautiful pattern covering its body – like a joyous skip-i-de-do crisscross sunrise. The little bug, unaware of the commotion its existence was causing and that its life hung in the balance, crawled around aimlessly on the post, probably wondering how to get back home.
I lowered the hammer to my side and studied it further. Yes, it was actually very pretty. Why would God put so much time and beauty into such a tiny creature that probably didn’t serve a whole lot of purpose? I watched it for quite a while, impressed with the little guy (or gal) and determined now that it should live. But what impressed me the most, and I couldn’t stop thinking about, was God.
I didn’t consider that bug to have value. It was too small and insignificant to matter to me. A waste of my time, an irritant.
Yet how often did I feel like that myself -- small, unremarkable, insignificant, not contributing anything outstanding to the world, a waste of time, of talent, of anything that matters?
Like the bug wandering aimlessly on the fence post, I sometimes feel I am wandering around on this little ball, aimless, wondering why I am here. Why does God care about me? What was I created for? What is my purpose? How do I get back home?
Yet God put great care into every detail when He purposely created you and me. Think of it. If He took such delight in making this bug, how much does that serve to declare His pleasure in you and I?
Soak in these comforting words from Psalm 139 AMP:
O Lord, you have searched me [thoroughly] and have known me.
You know my down-sitting and my uprising; You understand my thought afar off.
You sift and search out my path and my lying down, and You are acquainted with all my ways.
For there is not a word in my tongue [still unuttered], but, behold, O Lord, You know it altogether.
Your [infinite] knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high above me, I cannot reach it.
For You did form my inward parts; You did knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I will confess and praise You for You are fearful and wonderful and for the awful wonder of my birth! Wonderful are Your works, and that my inner self knows right well.
My frame was not hidden from You when I was being formed in secret [and] intricately and curiously wrought [as if embroidered with various colors] in the depths of the earth [a region of darkness and mystery].
Your eyes saw my unformed substance, and in Your book all the days [of my life] were written before ever they took shape, when as yet there was none of them.
How precious and weighty also are Your thoughts to me, O God! How vast is the sum of them!
If I could count them, they would be more in number than the sand. When I awoke, [could I count to the end] I would still be with You.
Who is this God, who found an opportunity, or perhaps He created it, to give me a new and fresh glimpse into Him?
He created the universe in all its intricate and mind-boggling beauty and detail. And yet He sees a young woman, about to smash a pretty little bug He created. He takes the time to admire His creation and share the moment with me. Truly amazing! What a good and wonderful God He is!
This is the God I adore; I love Him beyond words, and want to live forever in His presence. This is the One to whom I run when I am scared and crying, and I want to crawl into His lap. “Please just hold me,” I beg.
I sense Him encircling me with His strong arms, holding me close, soothing my fears and pain away. He never pushes me away, never says Come back later when I have more time, don’t you know I have a universe to run? He is instantly available when I need Him, and never judges and condemns me. This is who I share my daily joys with – who I learn from, and my heart exults in His attention and care.
That day with God and the bug left a lasting impression on me. He wasn’t too busy dealing with world problems to admire and protect a pretty bug, and I got to share that with Him.
No one can possibly be more thrilling and more fascinating than this wonderful God!
You, dear reader, can share this same relationship with Him. He craves for you to open your heart and let Him fill it with His love and tender care. He wants to show you His love. Love is action. God IS love, and He demonstrates that love to you.
Read about His spectacular love in the true “Love Chapter” of the Bible – 1John 4:7-19. These are not empty words. He includes no pain with it. Just pure love. Will you accept it from Him?