
It’s late, and I reach over to pull down my mosquito net, a preventative to unwanted noise and nibbling in the night. There I saw a beetle, crawling about inside the yards and yards of white mesh. It had gotten itself inside and must have been there for the better part of the day. I don’t know what beetles eat, but I expect mosquito netting is not a first choice. It might have wandered about helplessly for days, and eventually died. But, I came along. I didn’t want a beetle in my net – too noisy, too active – besides, that’s not where it belonged. So, I opened the net, gave a quick tap and set the beetle free. A simple act, even a selfish one, but then it came to me. How often do I entangle myself in problems and struggles too complex and unsolvable for me? I wander about in strange and hopeless circumstances, until suddenly, I’m set free. My Maker, who is greater, comes to solve my simple problem: opens the way, taps me on the back, and suddenly, amazingly, unexplainably, I’m free.
While the mystery continues, I know this simple lesson applies to more than me, even in this country where so many troubles lie.
We wander and we struggle
and we think we soon will die
from all the webs that do entangle
and enfold us as we sigh.
Then the Maker comes to save us,
Loosens all the tyrants’ webs.
We fall clear upon the breast of time
And give a little cheer
As we fly about exploring our newfound hope and life.
But let’s take a moment to reflect
It’s the Master’s hand that freed us
And gives us hope at last.
So do not be discouraged
Or lose heart that troubles last.
The Master hears our sorrows
And He longs to make us laugh.
He is our hope and refuge,
And His promise never fails.
Thank you, little beetle. Now, be quiet so I can sleep!
While the mystery continues, I know this simple lesson applies to more than me, even in this country where so many troubles lie.
We wander and we struggle
and we think we soon will die
from all the webs that do entangle
and enfold us as we sigh.
Then the Maker comes to save us,
Loosens all the tyrants’ webs.
We fall clear upon the breast of time
And give a little cheer
As we fly about exploring our newfound hope and life.
But let’s take a moment to reflect
It’s the Master’s hand that freed us
And gives us hope at last.
So do not be discouraged
Or lose heart that troubles last.
The Master hears our sorrows
And He longs to make us laugh.
He is our hope and refuge,
And His promise never fails.
Thank you, little beetle. Now, be quiet so I can sleep!