On Friday a friend and I missed each other at the movies. A group of us were meeting up and the phone of this particular friend died before he could find us. It turns out we were searching for each other at the same time, but never met up.
On Saturday I brought 2 newborn kittens home from the vet clinic to foster. Their mom was “stretched” by a dog, but the babies were rescued.
On Sunday I had a lovely chat with a lady at church who I see regularly, but rarely visit with.
Sometimes I wonder about life. Why do random things like missing a friend at the theatre happen? What are 2 tiny felines out of thousands? How can a little conversation at church be so meaningful? When one stands in place and ponders all that is happening around the world, such happenings as I mentioned above, appear so insignificant. In fact, an individual life can appear can appear so small in comparison to the masses.
We are all waiting for that one climactic circumstance to occur in our lives – the one event which will prove our lives were designed for a purpose. We wait and we wait some more and we wait just a little longer. In the meantime, we spot lonely people eating by themselves; we encourage our friends who are working long hours and feel overwhelmed by it all; we rescue orphaned kittes and fallen birds; we smile and cry and laugh, depending on how the day goes, and we wait for the meaning of life to be explained.
The God who measures the oceans in the palm of His hand and to whom the nations are but a drop in the bucket, is the God who wrote our life’s story. We can only read one page at a time, yet we can rest assured that each tiny word matters. The story won’t be completely understood until we come to “The End.” In the meantime we have to live each sentence well…and trust The Author.