There is one in particular I want to tell you about, his name is Gromph. I found him one day in his enclosure, stuck on his back; I discovered that not only was he missing a foot, but four of his six legs weren't working at all, they were completely dead. He could barely move, let alone eat, drink or do cockroach-y things so I decided to move him to a small container where he could easily access what he needed to survive.
Despite his obvious physical disadvantage, he was incredibly alive and surprisingly active. He has since adapted and now uses his whole body to move instead of just his front legs. He is learning. He is growing. He is surviving. He is a cockroach!! The resolve of this tiny creature humbles and astounds me - he quite literally has no legs to stand on, but he keeps moving forward, however inelegantly.
In a strange sort of way I feel as though I can relate to Gromph; my own physical reality is rather limited at the present time, but much like I've been doing what I can for this creature, God Himself has been providing all I need to not only survive but flourish in the midst of peril.
Consider this: we are not cockroaches, we are God's masterpiece - made in His very image. If God cares for the needs of a tiny, broken creature, how much more so will He care for you? If a cockroach, something many people would simply step on and abandon, can have the resolve to keep fighting despite incredible odds, how much more resolve will God give YOU to face whatever you need to today?
Do I know what caused Gromph's injuries? No, but I'm encouraged by his resolve every time I lay eyes on him.