Our acorn stockpile wasn't such a great idea after all. A few days ago, I learned that acorns contain bitter tannins that interfere with a squirrel's ability to metabolize protein. That's why they bury them!
Burying acorns and letting them sit underground allows moisture to percolate through them to "leach out" the tannins.
Our stockpile circumvented this process. We'll have to bury them or let them sit in groundwater for days.
How could I not think of ways I seek short-cuts, of ways I stockpile and fret, when all along, I'm preventing a much needed process? When my plans rest dormant underground, might I see them as percolating in the moisture needed to make them nourishing and not destructive?
God is leaching out the bitter thing--the thing that might harm me.
Squirrels surrender to the process. They don't resist the truth of their circumstances. They gather, bury, and then feast only after that secret underground process completes. Might living with flair mean we watch the squirrels and understand something about our own journey with God?
I can't circumvent what needs to happen.