Ants scrambling up and down an ant hill, carrying heavy loads and running in this direction and that. You’ve seen them, haven’t you? As a kid, I remember stirring up their ant hills just to watch them scramble more. It’s easy to think that we look like ants to God-aimlessly running here and there and thrown into chaos when our “anthills” become unsettled. I know we mean more to God than ants mean to us, but I wonder what it would look like to sit and watch an anthill and notice one ant, off alone, reading a little ant Bible or having a few minutes of prayer. I think the stirring would be a heart-stirring, just to see an ant choose to slip away from the craziness of his surroundings and reflect on who he is as a created being. So I’m just thinking this morning about God’s view of all of us. When He looks down on this crazy world, His heart has to be stirred when He sees people who choose to stop, step away, and spend time with Him. Oh, I am an ant in so many ways. I scramble. I easily become “stirred” up when chaotic moments hit my life. I want to be an ant who chooses the extraordinarily unexpected even when things are out of control. Quiet, calmness…………………………. Help me, Lord, to choose peace and ask for Jesus even in my times of being stirred.

Matthew 21:9-11 (New International Version, ©2011)

The crowds that went ahead of him and those that followed shouted, “Hosanna to the Son of David!” “Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!” “Hosanna in the highest heaven!” When Jesus entered Jerusalem, the whole city was stirred and asked, “Who is this?” The crowds answered, “This is Jesus, the prophet from Nazareth in Galilee.”