Go to the Ant

While at family camp in Medora this week, I was waiting for my husband and son to return from hiking up a steep hillside.

I noticed an ant hill in the grass by the side of the trail.

The colorful pebbles and bits of sand they were using to make their hill higher caught my eye, but it was so small compared to the larger hillside that it was laughable. 

The lessons at camp that day had hit on our inability to earn salvation with our good works. I totally agree with this and have writ...