It was so nice to drive out of Helena this morning and see the water rolling over the dam. We thank God for the blessing of rain.
Blessings often come with mixed emotions. The front that brought our rain stretched across our country from North to South. We were first in its path in York, Nebraska on Sunday night. We caught up with its clouds as we left Omaha headed for Chicago. From Chicago to Birmingham we flew above it. We then had to circle Birmingham for almost an hour waiting for one of the many thunderstorms to clear the airport.
The thought often crosses my mind when I am flying that I am now seeing things from God’s view. I quickly correct the thought because I learned a long time ago that nothing could be further from the truth.
God’s view is not just from above, it is from below, from beside, from within.
I see a small part of Chicago and Birmingham, once we have dropped below the clouds. I see the houses, lights and cars. God sees the heart, mind, and intent of every individual creature. Not just where I am but in all creation.
I passed a dead racoon in the road the other day and was struck with the thought that God knows the complete story of that racoon. Where it came from, where it was going, and exactly what happened to it. The story God would tell would not be theory nor probability. It would be the reality of exactly what happened.
David wrote, “Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, to lofty for me to attain.” (Psalm 139:6) Who are we to question His ways?