She came ambulating along with mincing footfall across the breakfast table unannounced, beelining for nowhere in particular, a stirring ‘crumb’ of a creature. A little mop automaton, interrupting our conversation by her singular appearance. Where had she come from? The cereal box? Yikes! The bouquet of blooming oregano? (hopefully!) Where was she headed? She didn’t know. But her likeness to a miniature mop spared her from being squashed on the spot!
What a marvel, this tiny creation. How endlessly creative is our God. I am reminded of this charming poem by William Blake:
Little lamb, who made thee?
Does thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o’er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little lamb, who made thee?
Does thou know who made thee?Little lamb, I’ll tell thee;
Little lamb, I’ll tell thee:
He is callèd by thy name,
For He calls Himself a Lamb.
He is meek, and He is mild,
He became a little child.
I a child, and thou a lamb,
We are callèd by His name.
Little lamb, God bless thee!
Little lamb, God bless thee!
–William Blake, 1789
And so, I blessed the little ‘mop’ by escorting her on her way outside. Farewell little mop.
[If you should know what this creature really is, kindly do not tell me. I’m sure I should not like to know I have some creepy creature’s beguiling offspring running around my house just waiting to morph into some sleek centipede or earwig or something and infest my pantry! For now, I’ll just marvel at the wonder of God’s design in such a little ‘mop’….]
–LS
And God made the beasts of the earth according to their kinds and the livestock according to their kinds, and everything that creeps on the ground according to its kind. And God saw that it was good. Gen.1:25
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful:
The Lord God made them all.
–Cecil Alexander, 1848