God sees me from a perspective impossible to imagine or attain. He knows each hair on my head and, from the highest realm, can observe my minuscule position on Earth. He sees everything and everyone around me and how it all relates to the past, present and future. God is omniscient. He knows the entire picture and He knows how it all works together.
I am here, like an ant on a tree. I don’t know why the rains came that time and washed me away, nearly drowning me and dropping me in an unfamiliar place. But I have a God who keeps my coordinates. He saw what I didn’t—the hungry nuthatch hopping up and down the tree searching for my kind. God let those rains carry me away to safety and new beginnings.
If I only ask God to act in ways I know and can readily see, to attend to the things I predict, fear and try to manage, I’m asking Him to understand my situation exactly how I do! When I limit Him, I become my own god, demanding that the Creator of the universe work in the narrowest ways in my life. I used to speak to God this way. I called the shot and watched to see if He hit the target. What a silly little game.
His will, not mine, this is the beautiful way to live in His presence. Let my every moment hit that target–not, Please God, keep me safe while I do my will. God wants me to enter His rest, His companionship, His will and His flock. Where He leads, I am whole, safe, complete and secure. He is keeping me. He is my refuge and my delight.
Those who live in the shelter of the Most High will find rest in the shadow of the Almighty. This I declare about the Lord: He alone is my refuge, my place of safety; he is my God, and I trust him. Psalm 91:1-2
Meeting God at the Park 