Compassion for....a bug?

I got to pondering this stinging bug issue. It pushed me out of my comfortable shade of a tree (hard to find in this park) and coninually made me move. Along with this, it may have stung me...but I still wanted to help it fly. It kept crawling to the top of the longest blades of grass, would madly flutter its wings, then sometimes fall or most of the time would hold so tightly to the blade of grass that it had no chance of going anywhere.
But if it ever started to fly imagine the places it could go in the clear blue sky, with the sun shining off its large wings and striped body. Maybe that's the problem. Its wings were too big. So it keeps crawling through the grass and no one helps it because it looks like it might sting.

Oh the analogies that came into my head. It was fun to think of them. The bug could be like a Christian, walking through this life (the grass) without knowing anything else because we're afraid to let go of the blade. The bug isn't willing to let go of what it knows and feels comfortable in.
Or, its own insecurities could be holding it down. Maybe it thinks its wings are too large to fly. Maybe we think we're not good enough, skilled enough, or even brave enough to follow God where He wants us to go.
Maybe it's stuck in the mindset that it can fly on its own, when really it can't (John 15:4).
Maybe fluttering its wings with its feet still firmly planted is its idea of flying.
Maybe, if it trusted me, it would start flying.

I don't know. It's just a little stinging bug, but I still wanted to help it fly.