It
happened again today. The timing was
perfect; the unexpected happening undeniably composed by the master
musician. He is singing over me, even
now.
You call it coincidence but I must
heartily disagree. When these things
transpire, I can practically feel the trembling quality of the air around
me. Undeniable movement as God sweeps
his mighty hand across the disarray of my day.
Truth be told, it hurts sometimes; this pruning business. Yet the tiny
blonde hairs on my arm stand on end as he rearranges the things I cannot yet
see into the patterns he chooses for my ultimate good.
While I am too tired to
muster appropriate thanks, he remains loving and almighty. While I question and
even wince at his methodology, I cannot doubt the way he cares for me.
I’m so
glad he is in charge and I am not.
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