©Jeanne E Webster
I hate sneaky people, things or animals. They just give me the creeps; you just can’t trust them. They’re usually up to no good.
It had been meandering around my bedroom for weeks probably, since I had last deep-cleaned the room: down from the ceiling, across to the bed lamp, behind the bed table, in-and-out of the headboard railings, ending up in that little quiet dark corner under the chest-o-drawers.
“Aha, there you are!” I hollered. The spider was soon in the nether land.
How did I know it was there? How did I find its whereabouts? It left its mark. Those feeble, almost invisible, thin threads were the telltale signs; they were the dead giveaway to its secretive presence.
So too God knows and sees our dark wanderings. He knows the telltale signs: using loose language, lingering over some new juicy gossip, lying, resentment against others and other web tracks of ungodly character.
“Aha, there you are!”
Let’s not walk in darkness, living for those moments in the dark corners. Paul succors us with these words to the Philippians:
“Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended, but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind and reaching forth unto those things which are before. I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.
Let us therefore, as many as be perfect, be thus minded. And if in any thing you be otherwise minded, God shall reveal even this to you. Nevertheless, where we have already attained, let us walk by the same rule. Let us mind the same thing. Brethren, be followers together of me and mark them which walk so as ye have us for an example.”