There
is a stupid fly that has been buzzing around all morning while I’m trying to
write. I’ve tried to whack it several times, but it moves too quickly. Why does
this fly bother me? Why can’t I just
ignore it? It doesn’t bite like a mosquito. It probably spreads disease, but
whatever germs it has on its feet are probably already on every surface of this
room. So, really, there is no point in me getting flustered by this little fly.
Yet, I am. I’ve been watching it,
following its every move, waiting for it to rest on any surface. Once, it sat
so close to me that I could see it rubbing its hands together
sinisterly—probably plotting how to distract me for another few hours. Stupid
fly! Stupid me…
I
get bothered by things like this all the time. If I could just recognize that all
these things that I am distressed about are just temporal and not eternal—that
what is troubling in human terms is not troublesome to God.
“Darkness
isn’t dark to you.” (Ps. 139:12 MSG)
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