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By the river.

    Was sitting by the river one morning. A lot of warmth on my face from the American sun, my feet and hands though, freezing. So  appreciating reflection and ducks, I turned to my right and watched a goose rest it's wing back in place. In that same split second I remembered that God knows every goose, maybe has a name for it even, James. Then two tiny birds chirping landed on the porch...okay back to James. So, banking on the awesomeness of God from that angle and perspective ( so sovereign in that He knows every bird on every mountain and every cow on every hill or that no sparrow lands without His knowledge) should make my faith ''crazy.''
    I should believe that God can do the impossible always and will. But do I? or should I? Or maybe another question to think is :is just because He can, a guarantee that He will? Face to face with ''unanswered prayer" or ''selective'' miracles. I see myself daring to walk on forbidden ''out of bounds'' land, the land of questioning and doubt. Not even birds land there. Wanting to silence myself with a satisfying answer, I waited. Looking at such a list to choose from; check through the last few chapters of Job (where God questions Job for where he got the audacity to question), clay can't ask the potter anything, all that God does is good and His ways can be trusted. And maybe that is all truth, maybe that is all that I actually have to rest on and in. Maybe certain things in life will never change and maybe it is because He is super sovereign.
     The one thing circumstance can't do is rob God of His nature and if circumstance robs me of that truth, then I am my next prayer. James was still there, staring at God knows what that was between the blades of grass. Probably lost in thought about how good whatever it was tastes. And there I was, silenced. Silenced by the beauty of who God is and will be always.

A God who lands sparrows and knows the desires of my heart.
A God who feeds geese and wants to be in my details and yours.
A God who is able and needs His people to believe that, not so that things will change but so that they(people) can hold fast the nature of His frame.

Another pretty bird, dark black feathers, bright red chest landed two seconds after, but naa, I was done thinking for the day.

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