There are times I am tempted to explain away the circumstances in my life. I guess it’s the thought that maybe life is just a series of events and coincidences.  Sometimes I act like I believe that. But do I?  Is it too hard for me to believe that God works in the tiniest of details of my life?

Maybe I’ve tried to label this as one of two extremes.  Either my God is too big and therefore doesn’t care about my minutiae, or He is too small and getting personally involved in my life and billions of other lives is something He cannot do.

Either option scares me.  And it should.  Because it is not that.

I think I have tried to “size” God.

But what if there is no human way to assign both the bigness and smallness of who He is.  Could it be that He is smaller than I can imagine and bigger than dreamable?

Our God exists in perfect juxtaposition to Himself. His mercy drips into the particulars of my life and yet keeps this galaxy moving precisely.  His justice allows natural consequences even for tiny babies and yet controls global wars.  His humbleness keeps Him from pushing His way into any life and yet brought Him to earth to willingly enter lives.

Who am I to select the perfectly sized box?

Boxes have edges. My God does not.

Happily ever after, beth