One morning at the park, a flock of geese flew in and landed on the pond. Tiny seeds covered the surface of the water that morning, having fallen from the trees overnight. Even as the water pulled the birds to a stop, their beaks were eagerly slurping up the food waiting for them.
I thought about how birds migrate. When they stop along the way there is something there for them to eat, some water to buoy them, some soft ground to rest. I’ve been learning to rely on God when I can’t see what’s ahead and still acknowledge His grace when I think I can.
God gave the Israelites manna when they were lost in the desert. They were hungry so He dropped food to them from the sky. God has given me manna throughout my whole life. It’s what some people call “luck”. I learned as a youngster not to say “lucky” in my grandfather’s presence. I’d no sooner get the word out of my mouth and he’d boom, “Not ‘lucky’, you’re blessed! There is no such thing as luck!” I wonder if any of the Israelites shouted how lucky they were when the manna fell.
The geese? They don’t call it luck. I don’t know that they feel blessed either. I believe they simply live each moment in their Maker’s providence.
Let them give thanks to the Lord for his unfailing love and his wonderful deeds for men, for he satisfies the thirsty and fills the hungry with good things. Psalm 107:8-9
Meeting God at the Park 
Amen!
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