Flies are Good for Bullfrogs

^{_{Prompt: What have you recently discovered that makes you a believer?}}

 

Flies are good for the world because bullfrogs eat them.

 

I discovered this last week, not as a new bit of information, but through the eyes of a curious 4 year old who wants to understand this world where he now resides.

 

There were too many pesky flies in the car. We rolled down the windows to shoo them out. Some escaped, others entered. As we cursed the irritating flies under our breath and recited a rampage of nasty names and labels including filthy, disease-carrying irritants, Isaac sat watching the commotion and voiced his own belief that everything is good and everything has a purpose.

 

He was unaffected by the hissing of adults, our dissatisfaction, our stubborn, insistence that our space be fly-free. He was unaffected because he knew that flies were good for something. He watched us frantically flailing our arms about, then asked his sister, “What are flies good for?”

 

The innocent tone of voice alone brought me back to belief in the order of the world. Sissy did not disappoint: “flies are good for bullfrogs,” she said enthusiastically. “Flies are their food.”

 

“Oh, yeah!” he said, pleased and content with the order of the world.

 

Somehow our shooing seemed to fit the order of the day. Shooing is good for exercise, I thought to myself. And dissatisfaction is good for initiating change that inspires hope. The ugly, dirty things are indeed good for something. And those pesky irritants in life are good for something, too. They feed the bullfrogs. And what is nature’s music without the overlapping ripples and echoes of the bullfrog bass?

 

I recently discovered that flies are good for us because they feed the bullfrogs. And this makes me a believer in the security of the order of the world and the inherent good in all that is in our lives, even the ugly, dirty irritants.

 

This discovery gives me a deep, profound peace. And this feeling of peace confirms for me that I am a believer.

 

Disappointment and cynicism become nothing more than a pesky fly, no longer a crevice in my landscape. I can raise my heart rate as I shoo them away and look forward to the chorus of plump, healthy bullfrogs in my evening.

 

Yes, flies are good for us and I am a believer!

Comments

[dancing kitchen]

Bravo!!!

[River]

So Cynthia, I'm just curious, what message does this have for anyone? It seems interesting, yes, but rather insignificant.