Crab Patrol

I have recently returned from the beach, where in addition to watching the waves hit the shore, I was also on crab patrol. 

Sand crab patrol, to be specific. 
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Sand crabs blend into the beach around them, jumping in and out of small holes in the sand for protection, especially from birds. But in order to make the holes big enough for them, they dip in and out, scooping out sand as they go. Generally, they throw that sand right outside of there hole - peeking out and scurrying back in. 

Except this one crab. 

That crab scooped sand and moved in about eight inches from the hole. 

And all I could think was that I’m that crab. Making things so much harder than they need to be. 

And I’m that crab, who may have great reasoning about why the sand needs to be dragged that much further, but no one else understand. 

​But that’s the beauty of spiritual direction. It’s a place for me to unpack all of that and the stuff underneath it, stuff of the Spirit that I may not be aware of. 

To uncover my inner crab and lay it bare before God.