I’ve been watching it make patterns on the sweat beaded window for two mornings now. While I’m no expert on snails it must be up to something. Slowly… ever so slowly it goes. It makes no sound nor sudden turns. No pattern. No design. Not one straight line in the mix.
I want to ask, Do you know where you’re going? Because by the looks of things you’re lost. You’ve gone in circles. Crossed your own path many times. There are places you’ve camped out for a while, and maybe partied a bit too hard. You’ve been at this for two days now. Can I help you find your way? My mathematical expertise says the fastest way to get there is a straight line from point A to point B. Don’t worry! We’ll just wipe this window clean, and you can try again tomorrow.
I know, I know. This is crazy talk. I’m not even sure a snail has ears. Yet something about its journey is speaking my language today.
I’m pretty sure if my life’s path was marked like a snail trail on a wet window it would look about the same. I’ve gone in circles, and camped out in places I should have left. I’ve crossed my own path countless times, and rarely taken the most direct route.
From the looks of it I am as lost as a snail.
If there is one thing I’m certain of, this journey has no direct route from point A to point B. It just doesn’t work that way. It’s an ever so slow curving and circling. Each fraction of an inch has work to do in me. Every twist and turn unfolds enough in ways no straight line could do. And only the artistic eye of the Great Designer knows what the masterpiece will look like when it’s complete.
I type words while the snail keeps moving, making more trails inch by inch. It doesn’t stop or ever consider giving up. It just keeps going, taking the next snail step.
No words needed, for its message is loud and clear.
Keep moving, keep going, keep taking the next step. For the Master is at work, and it is a beautiful unfolding.
Now God has us where he wants us, with all the time in this world and the next to shower grace and kindness upon us in Christ Jesus. Saving is all his idea, and all his work. All we do is trust him enough to let him do it. It’s God’s gift from start to finish! We don’t play the major role. If we did, we’d probably go around bragging that we’d done the whole thing! No, we neither make nor save ourselves. God does both the making and saving.
Ephesians 2: 7-10, The Message