The little ant

I remember how i used to play with the ants on my kitchen floor when I was young. I would put a lil piece of paper or something on it, and see it struggle to run away. How sadistic...

I dont know whether its good that my heart is 'burdened' with the passion of going to church. I kinda worry that after I'm all hyped up and eager to do something so strong and real for God, i start to get discouraged when things dont turn out the way I want it to be. I've fallen coz of that before...I dont want to fall again.
Taking a step of faith. How I always know that I'm struggling so much because of my lack of trust in Him. At times like that...all the "what if's" start flooding my mind.

I feel like the little ant, trying to move forward...using all its strength, even though it is burdened.