Sitting out on the front porch tonight I wondered just who the hell I was. I worked all day and I hurt all over and accomplished nothing. Nothing of importance. Nothing gained. Nothing making a change. I looked out at the dark clouds and the ease of the summer sunset back lighting cloud outlines in white and I cried to God "what is it You want from me?" "Dear Lord God am I worthless?" and didn't really wait or expect anything. Any answer for likes of me. God I hurt. My legs really ached from climbing poles today.
Couple of days ago I realized there weren't many mosquitoes out here this year. Hardly any for a summer like this with humidity as thick as pudding. Then I realized why when I saw them. Maybe a hundred of them. Maybe more. At first I thought they were bats, but they weren't. They were martins. Purple martins. All darting and diving and non-stop flying. Swooping in and devouring the hordes of mosquitoes typically here. And most of them were juveniles! You could tell from their lighter color. Purple martin males have that dark color all over and the females and juveniles have the white bellies. Only a few had that dark color at all.
"Where did all these matins come from?" but the answer came to me before the thought finished the sentence. I had put out maybe 20 or 30 gourds up in the trees a few years ago. Maybe three years ago. I had drilled holes in them and dried out all the insides. Maybe that was four years ago? and painted them white. I hung them everywhere. Thing is, after about a year or two and no purple martins or swallows or much of anything showed up, I gave up. A couple of gourds blew out of the tree and I didn't rehang them. Most of them flaked off the white paint. Just another useless thing I did.
It came to me then God was answering me after all. There were well over a hundred of them flying everywhere, did I say that?. And I remembered... "when you shall eat of the fruit of your hands. You will be happy and it will be well with you." Psalms 128:2.