He sits on a fallen log and stares at the leaves and pine needles around his feet.
“Father in Heaven, why hast thou dealt with me so? Why has the XX business failed when thou didst tell me that it would dwarf the rest of the business? And I don’t understand what came over me before President XX was called. And I don’t understand …”
His voice trails off. He notices an inch worm working its way across a leaf. He studies its body, bending and extending.
How considerest thou the inch worm? He knoweth only the leaf, the soil, and the pine needles. He hath no knowledge of thee nor of thy challenges. Consider well thy place.
He gets up and walks home.