If wishing made it so. . .

 

It is a peaceful drizzly Friday morning.  I enjoyed my coffee and oatmeal at the little corner table on the porch while taking in the fresh view and listening to the gentle rain.  It is oh, so soothing as I let my imagination carry me away to a place where that soft rain might be, not only one of God's gifts to the earth and us but an anointing for all who believe, that would cure all the illness that we have failed to conquer on our own.  Do I believe such a thing *will* happen?  Not really, because it is beyond my humble comprehension.  Do I believe it *could* happen?  Absolutely!  The miracle of God always has been, is, and always will be.  That I trust, even without comprehending.

 

On a lighter note. . .

The other day I wrote a post about my sluice/ditch cleaning project that included the comment that maybe the town road crew would finish the job.  Well, they did!  The very next day!  They rolled that road and scraped that ditch in fine fashion.  I am, of course, delighted...but I really have to wonder about the timing.  Hmm...  Was it a miracle?  Did someone read my blog?  Or was it pure synchronicity?  I will probably never know since I am certainly not going to ask.  Some things are best left alone.  *wink*

 

After all, God also has a sense of humor......