Araneus spp.

Suspended between heaven and earth, walking a tightrope, she worked amidst the clatter of traffic, the blaring of horns and sirens, steeled against a November sky, oblivious to everything save the task at hand, catching prey.

She was clinging to a thread so thin that I could barely see it against the backdrop of the building.  Hair-like, the strands extruded from her abdomen.  She payed out the gossamer strand and with engineered precision, she fastened, at strategic points, the trap that would supply her dinner.

I observed her calculated movements, the way she felt the strands already in place so as to perfectly space the thread she was currently spinning.  She worked counter-clockwise around her creation, working from the outside in.  I poked my head no more than a couple of inches from her as she worked and was unabashedly amazed at the efficiency with which she worked.

My goodness, here is an example for us all.  While the world spins at an unbelievable pace around her, here works an amazing creation, doing exactly what God designed her to do.  Nothing, in my mind, is more beautiful.  The fact that her masterpiece was torn down the night before did not dissuade her.  The cold autumn winds, northerly, did not convince her to take shelter.  In fact, the cold winds seemingly persuaded her to hasten, work hard, quick…time is short.

As I left for home, I found myself comparing myself to her.  Do I work that hard with such tenacity and fierceness?  Am I doing what God designed me to do?  Hmmmm…

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~ by dlpetrey on November 5, 2009.