Okay, okay, before you panic, I’m not into the Power Rangers.
Karen and I were taking a walk Saturday. While I’m a coastal person, she is into the whole mountain, green, woodsy thing, so that’s where we went for a walk, leaving the city sounds (such as they exist here) behind for a bit. We weren’t far along on the path before she grabbed my arm and forcibly altered my course because I was about to step on a caterpillar.
We soon realized that the path was littered with caterpillars. In fact, the walk was difficult because stepping around them was akin to navigating a mine field. They were everywhere. I momentarily entertained the notion that we were being invaded.
Needless to say, the conversation became about caterpillars and butterflies and so forth. My wife, being a storehouse of knowledge and trivia, know that these particular caterpillars became moths (Certainly, my friend Carly would know much more about butterflies than either of us). But, butterflies are much more interesting to talk about, so the discussion stayed there for a moment.
Sometimes, when I encounter a stray fact that I don’t use everyday, I flash back to when I first remember learning it. I remember (vaguely) being in class the day I learned about caterpillars morphing into butterflies and such. I couldn’t tell you how old I was or in what grade I sat, but I remember. It struck me that, when I first learned this fact, it was absolutely miraculous to me that those sorts of things could happen in nature.
Saturday, though, I would have just kept going if I hadn’t been stopped to consider those little life forms that I almost stepped on.
Isn’t it amazing how we stumble past the miraculous every day and never pause to appreciate it? Or even recognize it? I wonder how much closer we would all be to God if we did so. All truth is God’s truth, and we can certainly begin to realize (if not understand) how big He really is if we just take a moment to look at what He painstakingly created, what we flippantly run past without looking every day.