Plight of the Fly

Not long after we got married, I trapped a fly in Ethiopia.  He had buzzed around my sanity until I was on the verge of loosing my mind.  When swatting failed, I froze in catatonic defeat.  Then I saw him, perched on the windowsill.  I caught the demon fly with a glass bottle turned upside down over him.

The little guy would fly mad inside the glass and then settle down for a few seconds.  Then he’d start his madness all over again.  I felt no remorse and planned to leave him there to bask in the sun until little fly angels came to escort him to the great beyond.  Then my husband walked in.

He could not believe he had married such a cold-hearted killer.  In a few minutes, I saw the waywardness of my ways and let the fly go, only to watch my husband squash him dead.  Instant death, he reasoned, was far better than a slow painful murder.  I believe we all understand, from time to time, the plight of the fly.

Children, employment, and family responsibilities begin to grace our adult years and before long, we feel trapped inside the walls of ordinary life.  And it is there in the ordinary where we often feel like a fly slowly dying in a glass jar.  On the darkest of those days, we play with the thought that a merciful squash could be a viable alternative and would certainly put us out of our misery.

How can we possibly survive, much less thrive, within the walls that hold us captive to boredom, insecurity, and staleness? 

Today was one of those days I flew around, trying madly to find meaning within the walls.  I spent the day working on a small project with the radio playing in the background.  Praise and worship music soon brought me to the feet of Jesus.

Instead of focusing on the entrapment, the glass that holds me in, I began to focus on the Savior and, oddly enough, found myself free.  With eyes fixed on what we can’t change, we wilt.  With eyes fixed on the “author and finisher” of our faith, we find that even though our physical location may not change, our spiritual location can.  In the presence of God, we find contentment in the mundane, fulfillment in the simple tasks of home life, and laughter at the thought that anything could ensnare a child of the King.

“…let us also lay aside every encumbrance and the sin which so easily entangles us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of faith…so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.” Hebrews 12:1-3

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1 Response to Plight of the Fly

  1. Christy says:

    Well written and Thank you!

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