Page 8 - Good News November 2012 paper

renda was invited to go rock bottom. At the bottom there was a new
climbing. She went with her group
Bto a tremendous high granite cliff.
In spite of her fear she put on the gear, took
hold of the rope, and started up the face of
that rock. Well, she got to a ledge where
she could take a breath. As she was
hanging on there, the safety rope snapped
against her eye and knocked out her
contact lens. There she was on the ledge
with hundreds of feet below her and
hundreds of feet above her. Of course, she
looked and looked and looked, hoping it
had landed on the ledge, but it just wasn’t
there. She felt very far from home, her
sight now blurry. She was desperate, so
she prayed to the Lord to help her find it.
When she finally got to the top, a friend
examined her eye and her clothing for the
lens, but there was no contact lens to be
found. She sat down, despondent, with
some of the party, waiting for the rest of
them to make it up to the top of the cliff.
She looked out across range after range of
mountains, thinking of that Bible verse
that says, “The eyes of the Lord run to and
fro throughout the whole earth.” She
thought, “Lord, You can see all these
mountains. You know every stone and
leaf, and You know exactly where my
contact lens is. Please help me.”
Finally, they walked down the trail to the
party of climbers just starting up the face of
the cliff. One of them shouted, “Hey, you
guys! Did anybody lose a contact lens?”
Well, that would be startling enough, but
you know why the climber saw it? An ant
was moving slowly across the face of the
rock, carrying it! Brenda told me that her
father is a cartoonist (see below). When
she told him the incredible story of the ant,
the prayer, and the contact lens, he drew a
picture of an ant lugging that contact lens
with the words, “Lord, I don’t know why
You want me to carry this thing. I can’t eat it,
and it’s awfully heavy. But if this is what
You want me to do, I’ll carry it for You.”
Don’t we often say, “God, I don’t know why
you want me to carry this load, it’s awfully
heavy. But if You want me to carry it, I will”?
[From: Keep a Quiet Heart, Elizabeth Elliot,
1995; story sent by Brenda Foltz].