After visiting a friend today, I decided to drive the back roads to my home. Although it was a hot and sticky day I drove with my window down. Every now and again I could smell the humidity mixed with the faint scent of rolled hay. (I was driving through farm country.) It wasn't until the later half of my drive that I noticed the fireflies.
Fireflies intrigue me. I'm not sure why, but it's true.
Maybe its because I think its fun that God would create a bug whose butt lights up. Maybe its because they were one of the easiest bugs for my seven-year-old hands to catch.
As I stood near the fence line and watched the fireflies light up the field I realized they really make the mundane field--exciting. They make the ordinary--unusual. They make taking time to watch them--meaningful.
They reminded me of the lyric I had just listened to "Holy design. This place in time. That I might seek and find my God. My God."
Fields of Fireflies make me stop and notice them. They settle my heart to a point that I am comfortable to seek and find my God.
Perhaps, that's why God created a bug whose butt lights up.