This morning as I was cleaning in the kitchen, I noticed a moth on the inside of this vase, next to the water line. It made me wonder if he wanted a drink, or did he just wander in and could not wander out? So, I moved the vase around and he fell into the water. He seemed to be suffering, and I felt inhumane. Then I decided to pour the water down the sink and use the disposal to be done with it. I mean, we kill bugs all the time, right? (So much for my guilt.)
I refilled the water and put the vase back. There he was, inside the vase. He had clung to the vine. Suddenly, mercy overflowed in me. He was clinging for life to the only thing he knew to hang on to.
It was a reminder to me - that when the water is almost over my head, I must cling to the Vine.
I again poured out the water out and he stayed in the sink. Scooping him carefully into a napkin, I set him free through the back door.
It just seemed a perfect example of life. Cling to the Vine. I will be there, too.
John 15:5 I am the vine; you are the branches. Whoever abides in me and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do nothing.
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