Ants

Yesterday, I cleaned the kitchen. I moved everything off the counter, scrubbed the toaster, and wiped down the blinds. During my frenzy, I saw an ant struggling with its load as it headed across the window sill. I squinted and leaned in close.

It was carrying one of its own - a brother, curled and hardened from lack of life.

Sometimes the ant would struggle so hard with his load that he would turn over, kicking his feet furiously in the air until he righted himself again. Then he would pick up the dead ant, and soldier on, intent on getting to his destination.

I probably watched that ant for fifteen minutes, thinking of life's lessons that are visible all around us, even in the behaviors of an ant.

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On another note, tragically, a friend's four-year-old son has been diagnosed with leukemia. This is their blog. Please include Gage in your prayers.