In case you aren't from the South, I need to tell you that the ugly gray thing beside my hiking boot is an armadillo. A living armadillo, though you can pretty much guess why so many of us from Missouri and southwards see a lot of these poor little things dead alongside the road. Their vision isn't good, and they root for their food, so they make so much noise they can't hear danger stalking them. They become so focused on what's right in front of them, desperate for that next bite of food (I won't share what I saw this little one eating) that nothing else occurs to them. I've sneaked up on more than one of these on my hikes. They're fun to watch.
But it's certainly a lesson for me every time I do this. There's nothing wrong with tight focus, but I cannot be so tightly focused on one thing that I'm not alert to possible danger in my life. I can't be so focused on working to make a living that I neglect my walk with God. I shouldn't be so focused on daily chores that I forget to take time to look up and be thankful, and ask God for guidance and protection from all the predators who might be lurking.
What do you find takes your focus from your relationship with the One protector of your life?
This little guy forgot to look up, and didn't see me coming until he was on my foot. Then with a squeak he jumped and ran away, safe from me that day. How can we make sure we're safe in God's arms?