Blind Tarantulas
Sometimes there are things we know, but we just can’t talk about them. We yearn for someone else to free us by bringing up the subject.
But what if the subject is one that brings ridicule and scorn from the hearers? What if it brings disbelief, or results in labels that are untrue but hard to shake off once attached?
As I ponder these questions, I am once more reminded of the Blind Tarantula that has to rely on its sense of touch to get around and hunt for its food. It finds a mate by bumping into him or her. Blind Tarantulas live in caves in Mexico.
Sometimes I feel like that Blind Tarantula, moving around, sensing carefully, trying to discern things, waiting for opportunities to meet up with others of my own kind so I can talk about the things I know and feel. The rest of my private thoughts, I keep to myself as I sit in my safe cave.
All of my thoughts I entrust to Jesus. But do I trust the rest of the world? Not so much.
