I rescued a ladybug last week.
Since I am confident I won’t be featured in any upcoming
superhero blockbuster, I will share the details here.
While driving home from completing my last errand,
I noticed a small orange hump on my hood.
Naturally I slowed my speed to ensure a safe ride for my hitchhiker.
Once securely parked in my driveway,
I inspected the front of my car.
A ladybug had hitched a ride and the landing appeared to be less than ideal.
I was positive it perished at impact yet when I ventured a poke,
the ladybug’s legs were catapulted into motion.
She split her polka-dotted shell in two and prepared for lift-off only she remained
After several attempts at flight, I decided to coax her onto a leaf.
Slowly the ladybug began to cling to the leaf.
There she remained as I cradled ladybug and greenery in my hand.
The corner of the leaf was just enough stability.
Well as much as I adore ladybugs, I needed to move along.
I placed the ladybug and the leaf on top of a bed of leaves.
I left my sweet little ladybug passenger to find its way home.
I went inside because I had things to do and one rescue a day met my
minor league superhero quota.
Several hours later,I surveyed the garden and
ladybug, ladybug flew away home.
Now I may joke about having even an ounce of superhero blood in me,
but I am well acquainted with a true Rescuer.
He is the who has found me on those days when I have taken a nasty spill
or even when life has hit me squarely in the jaw.
When I have grown tired from keeping a death grip against whatever happens to be
moving my life at warp speed,
He rescues me.
He bends close and assesses the damage.
He tenderly hold me in the warmth of his hands
and deposits me in a bed woven by his security and protection.
Unlike me, He is not so wrapped up with worldly things that he
abandons with merely wishful thinking.
I never escape his watchful gaze.
He waits with me until I have strength to sit,
Without a camera, the trail of the ladybug
from my car hood to plucked leaf to hand
to bed of safety might simply be a cute story.
Perhaps a different lens is needed to color
in our life stories.
Each day there is an invisible thread stitching a trail from the Father to you.
Look for the thread.
Witness the Rescuer.
He is the all-powerful one who tethers you to himself
when you lose your grip.
His rescue abilities obliterates quotas.
Aren’t you glad?
Let yourself be rescued.
Allow him to fly you home.