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A true story by Josh and Karen Zarandona.

Brenda was a young woman
who was invited to go rock climbing.
Although she was scared to death, she went with her
group to a tremendous granite cliff. In spite of her
fear, she put on the gear, took a hold on the rope,
and started up the face of that rock.

Well, she got to a ledge where she could take a
breather. As she was hanging on there, the safety
rope snapped against Brenda's eye and knocked out her
contact lens.
Well, here she is on a rock ledge, with hundreds of
feet below her and hundreds of feet above her. Of
course, she looked and looked and looked, hoping it
had landed on the ledge, but it just wasn't there.
Here she was, far from home, her sight now blurry.
She was desperate and began to get upset, so she
prayed to the Lord to help her to find it.

When she got to the top, a friend examined her eye and
her clothing for the lens, but there was no contact
lens to be found.

She sat down, despondent, with the rest of the party,
waiting for the rest of them to make it up the face of
the cliff. She looked out across range after range of
mountains, thinking of that Bible verse that says,
"The eyes of the Lord run to and fro throughout the
whole earth." She thought, "Lord, You can see all
these mountains. You know every stone and leaf, and
You know exactly where my contact lens is. Please
help me."
Finally, they walked down the trail to the bottom.
At the bottom there was a new party of climbers just
starting up the face of the cliff. One of them
shouted out, "Hey, you guys! Anybody lose a contact

Well, that would be startling enough, but you know why
the climber saw it? An ant was moving slowly across
the face of the rock, carrying it!
Brenda told me that her father is a cartoonist. When
she told him the incredible story of the ant, the
prayer, and the contact lens, he drew a picture of an
ant lugging that contact lens with the words, "Lord, I
don't know why You want me to carry this thing. I
can't eat it, and it's awfully heavy. But if this is
what You want me to do, I'll carry it for You."
At the risk of being accused of being fatalistic, I
think it would probably do some of us good to
occasionally say, "God, I don't know why you want me
to carry this load. I can see no good in it and it's
awfully heavy. But, if you want me to carry it, I

"God doesn't call the qualified, He qualifies the called."

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