....timing. Although i am beginning to contemplate the thought that we assume that we somehow have a possessory interest in something entirely beyond our control. It is not that our actions have no merit or that there is not some influence on the world, events, God's plan, etc. However, it is rarely as much as we assume. In truth, our stories have been written out before our very existence was contemplated by either of our parents, by the One who has predestined our very steps, that we walk in them. No matter where our foot may lead us, our very directives are being steered by Omnipotence.
In perfect timing. Like the waves which splash upon the sand...movements in time and space with a cyclical rhythm, and yet, no two ever look the same. And while the permeation touches an infinite number of variables and aspects of nature--just as waves touch an infinite number of sand grains--there is constancy, yet unpredictability. Stability, yet, the oncoming rush of unknown chaos that can sweep any organism into an abyss of unknown. And yet, He knows it all...
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