Our move to the mountainous, house jammed, town of Morgantown, WV, has had an unexpected downside-a lack of lightning bugs.
Steep inclines, tightly packed apartment complexes, and an upsetting lack of backyards have created a nearly inhospitable environment for these joyous, little creatures.
Insects in general give me the opposite of warm and snuggly. Lightning bugs, however, have always symbolized joy and peace, the ushering in of summer.
I am reminded of the glorious freedom of childhood nights, racing barefoot through fields after glittering, neon lights with wings.
“Ground stars,” I call them. It’s like God has taken a piece of the heavens and released them to rise from the earth, purely for our enjoyment.
The past few weeks, as summer has dawned without the sighting of a single “star,” I have found myself bemoaning their absence.
As I sat down at my computer, contemplating the concept of “want,” I was distracted by the buzzing of wings. To my astonishment, a single lightning bug circled my perch and landed on my kitchen table.
How utterly, completely kind of God to give me a desire of my heart that I had not even thought to ask for. The bigness of our God is often shown in His delight to meet us in the little things.
Our Father is so generous to grant us not only what we need, but often what we want…just to see us smile.
“If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!” Matthew 7:11, NIV