The first happened when I was at the park on a sunny day and had seen this deep green grasshopper with berry red accents--I had to draw it. But the insect not only seemed flattered by my wanting to draw it, it seemed to know I lose myself when I get started drawing; he hopped around to maneuver me under the roof of the pavilion so I could sketch in the shade!
Was it my imagination? It really seemed that grasshopper was thinking, "Can't let our artist get sunstroke!"
So when I saw him again, not in the park, but on the street just outside, I asked to sketch him again. I knew I could do a better job this time. And we were friends this time. I knew where his colorful markings were, what angle was the best, but while I was drawing him...a car came along and crushed over him. We were right on the street, after all.
Ohhh...I know people would call me loony...months ago, I would've thought nothing to see a squashed insect myself. It startled me that I felt horrible about what had happened, almost worse that nobody cared.
It almost seemed right when some crows came by to mourn what had happened. When one perched on the basket of the bicycle parked at the house on the corner where the grasshopper had been, I decided to use that for the background for my grasshopper sketch. But of course, I'd actually seen him in the park; he'd just died out here.
So you got a strange-looking picture of my grasshopper friend from the park, drawn just outside the park, with crow friends who came just outside too. That's what God does for us: He bends over backwards making adjustments for the various details necessary for our lives (He has the Bible written in our language, missionaries sent around the globe with the Gospel, truth left in all sorts of unlikely places in myriads of ways)...because He loves us...wow; isn't that awesome? And He's not even a created being!
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