Separately Special

Separately Special

Each drop is necessary for the survival of the plant life, yet each is fleeting and unique in it's time on the surface. We can't see what changes will be made once those drops reach their final goal and purpose. We can't know the impact we could have by a mere brush of a sleeve passing or a breath of air over top, dislodging the intended perch of the life-giving moisture. Changing the path the water is travelling down in it's never ending circle to refresh and renew the land. Perhaps we have doomed a leaf to dry out and wither. Perchance our hapless and careless passing was the death knoll sounded for some flora we've never given a second thought to. Maybe.

Or, maybe, the omnipotent and supernal God of the creation has every passing timed to the last breath of stirred air currents. Our God of multiple galaxies has the ability to put you in the right place and the turning point of time to be used in such a way as you've never imagined being used in your life. Our God is The Master Gardener. The Master Planner. The Organized Mastermind of every thing living and not.

The next time you aren't sure why you are in a certain place at a certain time, maybe Someone else knows where you need to be and is helping guide you to a plant, or animal, or lost freshman, that just needs a little push in the right direction...

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And that is my homework avoidance for the day...

Back to the grindstone.

:)

LadyAnne