Have you ever delighted in watching an ant haul a Goldfish flake or cracker bit over a grassy terrain? The little guy works so hard. Only I would think about what the ant envisions. Does he imagine he’s an African elephant transporting loads of valuable cargo over the Himalayas?
Here’s my confession today: I like to work (sick & wrong, right?). My parents instilled a strong work ethic in me that only intensified as I learned to apply Col. 3:23 (Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as though working for the Lord, not for men…). My mom ironed for hours at a time. Blech. My dad spent chunks of his weekend working in the yard or scraping paint off his boat. Some of my favorite memories with him involve weeding and scraping. My folks also enforced a rule that we were not to move home after college but head out and secure a job. That I did.
In high school one of my friends liked to tease me by calling me janitor. I made it a regular habit to clear off any remaining napkins and items left on our cafeteria table and I even went so far as to wipe the table down every day. Less work for him, I figured. I got mocked for it.
This fervor for work can be both a blessing and a curse. I wake up excited to write, edit, create and parent. Yesterday my family spent over an hour yanking out pesky weeds that sprouted up through our patio stones. Guess what? I had fun. I enjoyed spending time with my girls, teaching them about the benefits of working diligently and that great feeling of accomplishment that follows. I don’t smile and adopt a Snow White whistle while I work attitude with all things, but for the most part I love how it feels to dig my hands in and get something done.
So what’s the curse, you ask. Remembering the model God set for us when He rested on the seventh day? I need to learn to chill sometimes.
I’d be wise to take heed of God’s example and the way of the ant. Ants aren’t always trekking around with forty times their body weight upon their backs. They know all about attending the party at the picnic (where they still are likely to work…okay, enough…I get it).
Go to a picnic.
Love, the Ant
Love, the Ant
Who do you want to thank for your work ethic today?