God looked upon His creation and saw that it was good. I trust God and His word. I am not all-knowing, so I defer to the One who is.
On this day, a friend of mine passed. These are the days I ache to question the plan of creation. Down in my bones, I ache. Upon reflection, I see I’m not really questioning God’s plan, I’m just wondering how my personal experience fits into it. His word tells me His plans are good, but from my minuscule outpost here in creation, with my equally tiny, selfish perspective, my friend’s death feels senseless. I wonder if she could tell me something different from her current perspective.
My feelings about small, selfish me get in the way of embracing God’s creation and plan in its entirety. If I like something, I gasp, “Wow!” If I don’t, I question, “Why?”
Recently I stopped in the quiet wet woods for a moment and breathed in the fragrant air. The tree trunks were black and the leaves were dripping bright green. I just wanted a moment, just one sweet moment. Immediately, the high-pitched sound of a minuscule gnat drilled into my left ear and I protested. “Why?”
He determines the number of the stars; he gives to all of them their names. Great is our Lord, and abundant in power; His understanding is beyond measure. Psalm 147:4-5
Meeting God at the Park 