Have you ever noticed that after a good hard rain or storm worms appear? It is kind of gross, really!
This morning in the parking lot, I saw a couple with their child looking at the ground. The curious part of me went to see what was capturing their attention when I saw the little girl lean down and gently pick up a worm then carefully and tenderly placed it in the grass.
"I saved a worm!", she exclaimed.
How sweet...but it was a worm! Who cares about worms? They live in the dirt, are squirmy and aren't exactly cute or pretty. How could such a cute little girl care about a lowly little worm?
Why would God want to save a worm like Me?
Job 25: 2-6
2 “Dominion and awe belong to God; he establishes order in the heights of heaven. 3 Can his forces be numbered? On whom does his light not rise? 4 How then can a mortal be righteous before God? How can one born of woman be pure? 5 If even the moon is not bright and the stars are not pure in his eyes, 6 how much less a mortal, who is but a maggot— a human being, who is only a worm!”
