Ladybugs

Photo by Dave Gilbert

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When you walk into the white Meetinghouse, you will notice black spots in some of the high corners. Upon closer inspection, you will see they are not spots but bugs—ladybugs. They are there every winter, huddled together keeping warm.

As I look at them I think, Oh to be a ladybug in the house of the Lord.

The thought comes to me from reading Psalm 84:1-4:

How lovely is Your dwelling place,

O LORD of hosts!

My soul longs, yes, faints

for the courts of the LORD;

my heart and flesh sing for joy

to the living God.

Even the sparrow finds a home,

and the swallow a nest for herself,

where she may lay her young,

at your altars, O LORD of hosts,

my King and my God.

Blessed are those who dwell in Your house,

ever singing Your praise! Selah

Wouldn’t it be great to be a ladybug and be able to stay in the house of the Lord, worshipping with others our Almighty God? Imagine—the chance to be reminded when people come into pray to seek God further and beg for more of Him in our lives.

Oh, to be a ladybug and be in God’s presence continually and say with David in Psalm 27:4:

One thing have I asked of the LORD,

that will I seek after:

that I may dwell in the house of the LORD

all the days of my life,

to gaze upon the beauty of the LORD

and to inquire in his temple.

Oh to be a ladybug in the house of the Lord.

But then another question is bugging me: What do the ladybugs think of our worship, of our seeking of God and our faithfulness to prayer. That’s a blog post for another time.