Something strange caught my eye as I was walking to my car one rainy afternoon. It was thin and long and right next to my car door. As I approached, I thought it was a long twig until it started moving. “WOAH!” I exclaimed. It was the biggest worm I’d ever seen!
“Little worm, you’re going to get crushed in this parking lot! It’s not safe!” I told it.
I bent down next to it, and extended my hand towards it to carry it to safety in the dirt nearby. As soon as my finger touched him, he reeled back into a much smaller size. I kept trying to pick him up, but he would squirm and wiggle out of my grasp. Frustrated with his ignorance to my better plan than his parking lot suicide, I scooped him up and ran him over to the grassy area where he could be safe from harm. I grimaced as I saw the slimy residue he left on my hands, but was happy I could temporarily save his little life.
“That’s you,” I sensed the Lord say.
“What?” I said before quickly realizing something:
God bends down next to me, and extends His hand towards me to carry me to safety in the dirt nearby. As soon as His finger touches me, I reel back into a much smaller size. He keeps trying to pick me up, but I squirm and wiggle out of His grasp. Frustrated with my ignorance to His better plan, He scoops me up and runs me over to the grassy area where I can be safe from harm. He grimaces as He sees the slimy residue I leave on His hands, but is happy He can temporarily save my little life.
Y’all, God knows better than we do. Just like I could see the entire parking lot, and I know about cars, I knew better than the worm that his life was in danger. However, the little worm was so focused on the path he was set on, he couldn’t see that my plan was better. What path are you focused on right now? Are you too focused on the path instead of God’s face?
The more I think about that worm, the more I realize that I’m like it. When God asks me to do something, I reel back like the worm and try to get away from it. Every. Time. God won’t let us squirm away, though. For example, this young man came up to me and started a conversation with me and God laid it on my heart to speak life over him. I didn’t do it, and he walked away. He returned at least eight more times, but I was still trying to squirm away. Finally, I admitted my disobedience to my friends, and they encouraged me as that final scoop off the asphalt I needed. I finally spoke up and just allowed the Holy Spirit to say what He wanted to say to this young man who, I then found out, desperately needed it.
Stop squirming, brothers and sisters. We’re not called to be worms, we’re called to be sons and daughters of the most high king! Now act like it.
