Simplicity: something God taught me in one of the first few weeks here in Hondo. It was while I was sitting in the dirt next to my good ol friend, Andrea. We were just sitting, marveling at the mountains in front us. I was still in awe that Jesus blessed us with such an amazing view to look at for two whole months. Mountains upon mountains. I’m from Ohio, where it’s all flat, so these mountains were a big deal to me. It looked like a painting and felt unreal.
He’s so creative I’m so thankful to live in such a beautiful place.
After soaking in all of the vast scenery around me, God asked me to take a closer look at the details around me. I saw these ants crawling on the dirt around me and up the brick wall behind me. And as I looked longer, the more ants I saw, all carrying some type of food or object to bring back to their colony. I started seeing a pattern and then Dre started watching with me. We tried to figure out where they were going and then we noticed and discussed how strong they were and we wondered how they communicated to each other. We watched them work together in groups to pull up all sorts of stuff like crumbs, leaves, other dead bugs. We watched this one group of ants work together and carry a piece of a plant all the way from the bottom of the wall to the top. Dre and I literally sat there for at least 45 min, cheering on these little ant groups and it was so funny.
And it was refreshing.
It helped me take my mind off of everything and just focus in on this simple, little organism and it’s way of life. And it opened up a whole new perspective on Gods creativity and complexity in the simple things, if that makes any sense.
Only 4 days left here and still I’m learning about simplicity from Gods tiny creatures. I woke up one night to go to the bathroom and I came across this tiny little lizard (or gecko idk which one it is). He was so teeny tiny I actually almost stepped on him. I just sat there for a second, forgetting I was irritated that I had to wake up and get out of my bed to pee. He was so cute and would flop around on the concrete step. Then, the next two nights, I woke up again and each night I saw him there on that same step. I decided to name him Benny. He taught me to take a breather, be still, and remember that this life I get to live is a privilege, it’s what I’ve wanted for so long, and that it’s so good.
Thank you, tiny creatures, for entertaining us and teaching us about simplicity.
We also found a lot of cool bugs during manual labor and it just makes me so happy.
