This year we’ve been blessed with many mantids. They are amazing to watch, from hatching to the laying of their own egg cases. And although I see mantids-to-butterflies as I see coyotes-to-rabbits, it’s equally interesting to watch the mantids hunting, and eating (in most cases).
Yesterday I saw two mantids on the same flower, eating the same butterfly, and swatting at each other. I don’t know if one mantid ended up eating the other later as well. But this morning I did find a new egg casing on the stem of a near by zinnia, tucked under a leaf.. a promise for next year. (I had the secret hope that mantids would eat tomato horn worms, but I have yet to see them eat them).
Seasons come and go. I await the Lord Jesus. Yet seeing new egg casings and young animals, and pregnant mamas, there is evidence of Life, His Testimony to Himself as Creator… and Author of Life.
Still, all of creation is awaiting the tearing away of this veneer of futility, awaiting the revelation of Life Himself in all things… bursting forth like the rising of the Son.
All things work together for good according to His purpose. Even these savage little beasties.