Learning from the snails I passed

Tonight I spent time with friends in Midtown East. When I returned home, the rain had stopped, and just before arriving at my door I passed seven of these little guys. They were so lovely and fascinating to see on the sidewalk next to a neighbor's garden. I didn't want anyone to smush the snails, so I tried to pick one up and move it out of the likely foot path. The snail clung on to the pavement tightly so much so that I gave up trying after a few tugs deciding I might injure it.

As I walked the last few steps to my door I contemplated how the snails were a perfect picture of what God is doing here in The Bronx. I came here wanting to build community and thought it would come fast, but God is not allowing it to happen quickly. In fact things are well, moving at a snail's pace. Yet, there is beauty, struggle, and fight in the snail just being a snail slowly trudging on in life just as it is in my journey towards whatever God has in store for me here.