Daily Devotional
Brenda Foltz of Princeton, Minnesota related the following story after she went rock-climbing for the first time:
"I started up the rock as fast as I could, determined to `set my
face like a flint' toward the peak. After a time, I came to a
difficult ledge, and my breathless scrambling came to an abrupt
halt. Suddenly, the rope was pulled too taut and hit me square in
the eye. `Oh NO!' I thought wildly, `my contact lens is GONE!'
From my precarious perch I looked everywhere on the rope and
sharp granite rock for a tiny, transparent lens, which could
easily be mistaken for a water droplet.
"'Lord Jesus, help me find it!' I prayed and pleaded, knowing the
hopelessness of my search with such limited mobility. I looked as
long as I could maintain my hold, praying with a sinking heart.
Finally I resumed my climb with one last glimmer of hope--maybe
the contact was still in my eye, crumpled in the corner or up
under my eyelid. When I reached the top, I had a friend check to
see if she could find it in my eye. It wasn't there. Every hope
was gone.
"I was disappointed, and anxious about getting a new contact so
far away from home. As we sat and rested, surveying the world
from such a gloriously high perspective, the fragment of a verse
popped into my head: `The eyes of God go to and fro through the whole earth.'
"God knows exactly where my contact is this moment from His high vantage point, the amazing thought struck me. But I'll never see it again, I concluded.
"So, still glum, I headed down the path to the bottom where the
others were preparing to climb. About half an hour later another
girl set out where I had also begun my climb. She had no inkling
of the missing contact. But there, at the steep bottom of the
rock face, she let out an excited cry: `Hey you guys--did anyone
lose a contact?'
"I rushed over as she continued yelling, `There's an ANT
carrying a contact down the mountain!'
"Sure enough. Special delivery! I bent down, retrieved my
contact from the hardworking ant, doused it with water and put
it back in my eye, rejoicing. I was in awe, as if my Father had
just given me, though so undeserving, a big hug, and said, `My
precious daughter, I care about every detail of your life.'
"I wrote to tell my family. My dad drew a cartoon portraying an
ant, lugging a big contact five times its size. The ant was
saying to God, `Lord, I don't understand why You want me to
drag this thing down! What use is it anyway? I don't even know
what it is, and I certainly can't eat it and it's so BIG and
HEAVY. Oh well, if you say so, Lord, I'll try, but it seems
like a useless piece of junk to me!'
"I marvel at God's ways and how He chooses to reveal His mercy in ways far beyond our human comprehension."
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