My dog Ranger and I go for a walk together about 3-5 times a week. We do the same route about 80% of the time. It doesn't take that long, probably about 30 mins or so. Its a nice time for me to pray, think and focus for the day. For Ranger, he gets to get off his leash, run like the wind, and look for stuff to get into. The park we walk through is near a pond, so periodically he likes to go down to it and get nice and muddy for me.
We walk on a path that is a large oval through trees and brush. A few months ago, I noticed an anthill near the walking path. It was pretty big. Probably about 3 feet in diameter and about foot and half tall. There were tons of ants going crazy over that thing. I did what most guys would do, I conjured up a big loogie and spit on it to watch the ants go crazy. Then, I thought the next guy thing- messing it up.
I didn't mess it up. I didn't really have time. But I noticed a few days later that someone had messed with it. Probably kids seeing how it was completely demolished, burned and surrounded by sticks, rocks, and fireworks wrappers.
It was kind of sad when I thought about it. Those poor ants getting demolished, when they were just trying to live.
I think people feel like that sometimes. That they're just living their lives, and people keep coming along and destroying it. It makes you feel like giving up. What's the point of building when someone keeps tearing it down?
But do you know what I noticed this morning? The ants are back at it. The mound is coming back. Fire, sticks, stones, whatever came against those dudes, they're coming back.
The book of Proverbs(6:6) declares to "Go to the ant, you sluggard; consider its ways and be wise!"
Consider this about the ants- they don't give up no matter what may come against them. You should do the same.