Did I just eat an ant?

I think I just ate an ant. Unintentionally….and in a weird way. Putting the rubbish out, the combination of the weight of the rubbish and the force that I applied to get said rubbish into the bin meant some ants on the top went airborne and simultaneously I breathed and then I choked….so did I or didn’t I? I’m not sure, and even though Claridges London have served ants on their menu, and even though I’ve eaten snails, Egyptian pigeon and some other weird foods, I did not plan to eat an ant and certainly not an ant that had been feasting on the contents of my rubbish bin. Grossed out enough?

So while I am still not entirely sure as to whether I did or didn’t, sometimes things happen that we didn’t foresee or plan for or even want. And sometimes that makes life hard. But I know this, I have a God who declares “For I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” It means on my worse days (i.e. days when I eat an ant) I know that there are better days ahead of me. I know that when I have a bad day, that I shouldn’t measure progress by a day. And sometimes it means moving on, upwards and forwards with the confidence of someone who walks with God by their side.

You are not defined by your circumstances! More importantly God’s plans for your life far exceed the circumstances of your day, even down to the days you think you ate an ant.