Day 32
The ants were at it again. Building their little castles in the sidewalk cracks, including the specific crack next to the bottom step in front of my building. For days, I’d been watching those three little hills grow into tiny ant mountains, and for days, I’d been waiting on the inevitable. Which happened Thursday.
When I came home for lunch, the hills had been flattened, complete with a sneaker print left in the middle of the dirt pancake. It must be irresistible for some people to stomp on an anthill, just as it is irresistible for some of us to take a mini-detour just so we can step on what looks to be an especially crunchy leaf.
I knew it was going to happen. I shrugged on the inside and went off to have my peanut butter and jelly.
The next afternoon, an ant hill had miraculously reappeared. Just one, but it was tall and round and very much there.
Those ants sure are diligent, persistent, hard-working little bugs. I don’t know about you, but I always think it’s fun to see Biblical principles played out in creation. There is much to consider, much to learn.
Made for Eternity 