Jubilation

Small doses. That's how it usually comes. In very small doses. But, oh, when it does come...so awesome. Like this tiny beauty. I met her the other day in the rose garden my husband lovingly tends. She was tucked in the lower petals of a gorgeous 'Double Delight', waiting. And I, not an arachnophobe, but certainly not a big fan, was smitten. I experienced a rejoicing in my spirit. And that joy, small as it was, was enough. Why you ask? Why should anyone rejoice in the discovery of a spider. I'm not sure I can explain, but I do want to try.

Have you ever been so broke, in financial straights so dismal, that finding a $10 bill in the old coat you put away for the summer feels like a windfall, like a genuine miracle? Have you ever found yourself so utterly alone, so hopelessly lonely, that a cheerful 'hello' from the mailman feels like a rope to a drowning man?

That spider is my $10 rope. She is a reminder, a much needed and just-in-time reminder, that I am not forgotten by the Him. That He still has His hand on me. Because I know a God who created such an amazing creature, perfect in her purpose, fierce in her survival, could not, would not, have done less for me. And that knowing brings joy.