At this time of the year, we are inundated with spiders. No one has ever really answered my question about why there are so many spiders around here – the best answer that I have received up to this point is, “Well, it’s what happens when you live around water and trees.” Fair enough. But where do all these spiders come from? Again, the best answer for this question has been, “I really don’t know… probably the same place those dreaded fruit flys come from!!.. they just seem to appear out of nowhere!!”
Chris and I have vacuumed the house through and through…we’ve swept, scraped, power washed and sprayed but it seems to be a losing battle. Most mornings, the first one out onto the porch usually gets a mouthful of webs. No question – it is annoying but it’s a small price to pay to live on the water.
Yesterday, I headed to the city for the afternoon. As I climbed into the car, I noticed a huge spider web had been spun from the driver’s side mirror to the door. I was in a bit of a hurry so I didn’t brush it off the mirror. As I was slowly driving down the dirt road, a big spider came creeping out of the gap between the mirror and the casing of the mirror. It found its way into the middle of the web and settled there. Obviously, it had no idea what it was in for as I headed to the highway and the car sped up.
The web began to shake and the spider shook too. I drove from Beaverton to Aurora and the spider hung on for dear life. It was fascinating to witness such tenacity in the face of adversity. That spider held fast for the entire 68.3 kilometers – one hour and twelve minutes of weathering the storm. As soon as I arrived at my destination and stopped the car, the spider quickly found refuge in the gap from which it crawled out. If spiders could talk, this one would have gathered his loved ones around him and told a great story of survival through turmoil.
I can relate. I’ve been there and I’m sure that there will be more of these painful times – unexpected seasons of life when I have hung on to God for my life. He has shown Himself to be all that I need and my story is one of confidence that He has “covered me with His feather and under His wings, I have found refuge.” (Psalm 91:4a) There is no place I would rather be than in the cleft of His love.
God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Psalm 46.1