Squashing the Ants

So...we have ants. Well, we've had them. They're still here, but where we were having upwards of 100-200 a day, we're now seeing about 30-40 a day. But still. Ew. To put it simply: they're disgusting. We've been standing over them with our phone flashlights, microscopically watching them scurry around our already-dark-squiggly-designed-counters. Jonathan is so intrigued with smashing them with his thumb & then brushing them away like they *didn't* just land on my kitchen floor. (Love ya babe.) But my husband's tactics got me thinking...

We're really quick to dwell on the "ants" in our life and examine them like they're under a microscope. But are we quick to brush them away into our kitchen floor? What I'm getting at is this: the ants in our lives are the things we get so caught up over. And while we might say or think they're no big deal, we're actually dwelling over them to the point that they're eating away at us.

Seriously. These ants (the literal ones) have taken over my life. I had a nightmare last night where there were thousands of them on my counter and all I could do was stand and stare. In real life, I've been checking in on them daily -- just standing and staring. Is this how you're treating a certain issue in your life? An issue that really isn't that big of a deal, but you're staring at it under your microscope and turning it into a huge deal?

We've finally decided to get an exterminator to come & spray them to their death. Stay with me here, but I think we should be quick to call our Exterminator. Jesus. When things get big and start taking over, why do we take our precious time turning to Him? It's taken us a few days to decide to call the exterminator, because we just assumed we could get rid of the ants on our own. Turns out, they're not so easy to get rid of. That's the way life should be. Instead of trying to squash our ants, kill them, and brush them into the floor on our own, we should be quick to turn to the One who can fix our tiny problems from the get-go. It would save a lot of stress. It would save a lot of time. It would save a lot of heartache. Jesus. Our Exterminator. He's just a call away. Is my ant analogy weirding anyone else out? But really...it's so true. Instead of moseying over our depression, our anxiety, our jobs that leave us exhausted, our angst with family members, our comparison with our friends...why don't we just automatically call on Jesus, the One who can squash all of our Ants in the twinkling of an eye? 

Just food for thought. Skip out on the Terro. Call the Exterminator. 
He will squash those ants quicker than we could ever fathom.