On a recent evening Karen (my wife) dutifully rolled the trash receptacles out to the edge of the parking area at her workplace. While positioning them for pickup she stepped back into the brush line that borders the pavement. By chance, and without realizing it, she wrapped her pants leg in a spider's web. The mishap was discovered on her way home. Once she was able, she gathered and rolled the web and its all but invisible contents into a ball, and tossed it in her trash bag that hangs from the dash of her truck. The next morning when she slid behind the steering wheel to leave for work she discovered, stretched between the dash and a point on the bench seat, a fresh new web spun by an apparently resilient little spider.
There you go; former business location and enterprise destroyed, and life rolled into a tight ball by forces unpredictable and stronger than can be resisted. Given the damages, how can one spider cope and go on?
Awakened to the possibility of life after disaster we imagine one might ask, "Why has this happened? This is not where I want to be! What possible productive living can be made inside the cab of a GMC truck - is it even worth trying?"
Go to the spider O saint of God and learn from her for…
Some creatures never give it a second thought.
Grace today y'all!