I found a mushroom growing in my yard. It looked like a large brown potato lying there. I looked around and suddenly became a kid again.
I kicked it.
It burst into a ba-zillion pieces. Some flew upward. Others scattered near the resting place. I laughed out loud. Something in me felt so young again.
Then I thought about what that mushroom had to go through just to be found by me and kicked to oblivion.
Guilt set in.
For just a moment’s fun, a beautiful piece of God’s artwork had to suffer. It crushed for my selfish childhood minute in time. Its pieces laid all over as evidence of a juvenile attempt for amusement.
That piece of God’s creation……reminds me of how I sometimes take for granted what Christ did for me.
He died for me. His body broken for me. He gave his life so that I could have everlasting life. God’s creation….. beautiful creation…..suffered, laid crushed….for me.
In a moment, God became obtainable. He became near all of His children. And at times, my life doesn’t reflect that sacrifice He made. I get caught up in the juvenile way of living. Being like a selfish child wanting more and more. I can forget Christ’s brokenness in a moment’s notice for amusement or for fun. Why?
For I don’t know why….. anymore than how I can tell you why I wanted to kick that mushroom.
Now, I don’t feel like a kid anymore.
Hopefully, you are enjoying the rain today. May God bless you…….