We have a long-ago concreted patio. As concrete is known to do, it has cracked a few times over the years. One crack is rather long but very small in width. I would guess four credit cards wide.
Today I noticed a small pile of sand. There are tiny grains. Thousands of them. Working in the sandpile were little ants. They are smaller than fire ants. These tiny critters have brought sand up through an eight inch crack in the concrete. The sand may have come from a much deeper level.These amazing little creatures are building a home down beneath a super thick layer of concrete. The only way to unload their grains of sand is to bring them up to the surface, one grain at a time, and deposit them on the hot patio surface.
I watched this project for several minutes. You wonder who is in charge? Who is calling out to them, "Over there, you dummy! Not over here!". Who tells them, "O.K. guys take a ten-minute
break." When do they know to sleep? It doesn't appear there is a foreman. It doesn't appear there are break times. These tiny creatures of God's creation know only one thing. WORK.
Someone long, long ago also noticed the ant. That person, probably the wise Solomon, said after such an observation; " Go to the ant, you sluggard; consider it's ways and be wise! It has no commander, no overseer or ruler, yet it stores its provisions in summer and gathers its food at harvest. How long will you lie there, you sluggard! When will you get up from your sleep? ". Did he have a lazy son or daughter? Whoever, that message should have rung loud and clear. It still rings clearly today. Take a look at those amazing ants!
