Kuwagata Koncerns

We're still keeping a pet kuwagata beetle. It has one really funny habit. It sticks its head (I was about to say "snout", but insects don't have those, do they?) down into the gel-like food then feels too lazy to move so sometimes goes to sleep in that position. At first, my children and I panicked. "He's getting too old and weak to pull himself out; he'll suffocate to death like that!" Until a neighborhood playmate came and laughed, commented it was just like this other pet kuwagata beetle she saw who seemed content to go to sleep like that. Sure 'nuff, when left alone, the critter woke up and went his merry way as if nothing had happened. All that worry and hullabaloo for nothing.

Why do we worry? Because it's so much fun to make all that hullabaloo? Can't change one hair black or white!

I just looked over at the beetle. It had fallen over onto its back and was flailing its six appendages in the air. Serves it right, for trying to climb up the plastic wall to get out of the cage. No, I ain't going to worry and try to help; I'll let him right himself; he always does. (I should be saying "she" since it's female!)

(If you really want the parallel the Lord just "zinged" home to me, read. If not, skip this paragraph. When we try, in our own reason and by our own efforts, to "get out of" uncomfortable situations, we only make matters worse. We really should leave that up to God.)