A sweet friend blogger (I mean she is faithful to this… often 3 times a week, and then, alas, there is me!) began her post Monday of this past week, “Life has been crazy… I haven’t written in a couple of weeks. I hope you enjoy this one…”
I voice the same sentiments… life is in a tailspin. Tornadoes and hurricanes spin a tsunami of events, causing multiple waves of distractions. I’m finding it difficult to swim against the current.
At first I thought someone had put a rock on the door knob, but knew there were no children nearby. “Why would you put a rock there?” I asked. Tom laughed and told me to look closer.
Google enlightened me as to how this frog climbed the slick surface of the garage door. This species are masters at climbing and clinging. I learned they not only have the ability to climb and stick to smooth surfaces, they can do so at very steep angles. The degree of steepness or difficulty does not affect the ascent.
Researchers in several countries (can you imagine?) have discovered a thin layer of mucous is secreted and coats their soft toe pads, enabling the tree frogs to adjust their posture so they will not fall. No matter how steep the angle. In fact, the steeper they are, the frogs respond by almost flattening themselves to their physical limits.
Oh to be like a tree frog these days… climbing higher and higher, clinging like glue to the Father’s heart… never falling off.
What would happen if these frogs, made for scaling challenging heights, simply waited at the bottom to be lifted by another. Or coiled in a dark corner limiting them from succeeding… safe in the dark?
“The sovereign Lord is my strength! He makes me as surefooted as a deer (in this case, as a small tree frog, italics mine), able to tread upon the heights. Habakkuk 3:19 NLT
But there is a prerequisite, a most important one, in this ability to tread the heights.
“I will rejoice in the Lord! I will be joyful in the God of my salvation…” Habakkuk 3:18
I will trust… This is no easy commitment these days: “Even though the fig trees have no blossoms, and there are no grapes on the vines, even though the olive crop fails, and the fields lie empty and barren, even though the flocks die in the fields, and the cattle barns are empty… “
YET, I will cling…
I so often fail these days, succumbing to despair and fear…
“I wait quietly before God… for my victory comes from Him. Psalm 62:1