I chased down an ant this afternoon because it was doing something I couldn’t do and that is carry the burden of loss. My burden is definitely 10x my body weight yet I could barely carry an extra pound. I want to shift from the spirit of my beautiful guardian angel to the loss of myself. I don’t want it to be cliche of lost and found and found then lost but truly, today was a tough one. I sat in my space of peace which is that closet of empty shoe boxes which I have a lot of for NO reason at all.
As a woman, a whimsical butterfly with full use of my wings, I still couldn’t fly further than the other side of the wall. Yet, 50,000 Monarch butterfly easily migrate from North American to Mexico every year seems, accordingly belief that they have an innate knowing where to go on their 3,000 mile route…I wish I knew where I am suppose to go now. Trust me it is not a do or doom nor woe as me space that I reside in. I suppose it is just one of those days.
Now back to the ant which by the way, I didn’t hurt it. I just observed it with a smile. And the lesson of that special interlude was I am carrying exactly what God’s has for me. It is not too light nor too heavy but just right. I simply need to put it in perspective and place it his palm to guide my steps. To lean on him. Now I know what I was running back to…to God.