I love these tenacious alpine plants, this grew up from a tiny piece of stem that fell off another plant.
My favourite spot on our walk around the village is an old wall with lots of cracks between the stones. As the heat of the sun warms the stones, the lizards that hide there venture tentatively out. I have spent much time gazing upon these sublime creatures as they sunbathe, at least until they perceive my presence and flee away. Last week, I was distracted from these beauties by the sight of an ant scurrying up the wall. It had in its legs a dried-up worm that must have been at least four times its size. It was determinedly struggling to drag its bounty up, what for it was, a sheer cliff face, beyond which lay the approval and delight of everyone back home. But the worm was bulky and the wall covered in obstacles. At one point, the ant lost its grip on its burden as it got caught in a snare of moss. Another ant came within spitting distance but didn’t notice the one I was cheering on. I was so tempted to try and help, but managed to control myself. Thankfully, the ant was remarkably tenacious; it set its prize free and dragged it off out of sight.
I wonder whether God sometimes feels that way about us?