Election night coverage.
I was feeling significant regarding my one vote.
That it mattered.
It meant something.
I was feeling pretty important in a living room of one.
Between coverage I turned to the Public Broadcasting Network.
The network was airing a special on The Congo River.
The sheer length and width of the river was mind boggling.
So many countries it flowed through on the continent of Africa eventually ending in the Atlantic Ocean.
The number of species of rare fish or animals that lived in or near the river.
Not seen in any other part of the world.
A species of fish that is believed to date back before the dinosaur age.
It was overwhelming.
Within just a few moments I felt so small.
So utterly and absolutely insignificant.
That my little seventy plus years did not even register on life’s grander scale.
I honestly have not felt so insignificant that I can remember.
Taken back by the beauty of a continent I most likely will never step upon.
How arrogant of me to pretend and fain significance in a creation so grand.
Do I believe God feels we each are special?
But I am once again reminded that beyond my world of one, is a much larger, more complex drama being acted out.
Yet, I did find one ray of hope while watching the special on The Congo.
The source of this mighty, mighty river, found 2,920 miles from where it empties out into the Atlantic is a small spring atop a range of mountains which basically bubbles up from the ground where one drop of water from the spring takes six months to travel the length of the river.
Which does give one hope.
That out of something small and insignificant can come something so large and powerful.
You may feel like a spring on top of a mountain with no purpose whatsoever.
But as your life extends itself, and you wind though life, over the years you will discover you actually became a mighty river and flowed through many more lives than you ever thought possible.