It crawled away from the dirt pile on my kitchen floor. I swept it back. It crawled away. My first thought was, "At least it’s not a cockroach." My second thought was, "If I kill it, will that alert all the others to stage a protest right here on my linoleum?

It was taking off again. Maybe it had forgotten it’s wife’s birthday and was on it’s way to get a giant granule of sugar. Perhaps it was trying to make it home in time to relieve the baby-sitter.

Did I really expect the ant to sit down, cross all of it’s little black legs and say, "O.K. If she’s going to keep bugging me with that broom, fine! I really didn’t think I could make it anyway." Or how about, "Oh poor me...it’s all over, so I might as well curl up and die right now." Of course not. I’m sure he even worked his way out of the garbage can after I dumped him in.

What’s your obstacle today? Do you feel like you have a giant broom aimed right at you? Go ahead and quit... doing it your own way. Ask the Lord for His wisdom. Then start crawling!