It was a beautiful mild weathered summer day, and we were on our way back home, my son and I. Driving down the long country road with tall, green, lush cornfields on both sides.
He was asking if I thought I was taller than the corn in the fields, and if could we stop to find out, he wanted to measure, and then laugh about how short I am :). Since moving out to this strange land of corn and silos we had been amazed at watching it grow.
From a tiny seedling to over 6ft tall in what seemed like a matter of weeks. Never had we seen corn grow so fast.
And then the conversation turned to the type of soil that is in Iowa versus back home in Alabama.
In Alabama there is clay, red get on everything does-not-come-out no- matter- how- hard -you- try, clay. It's good for only certain crops. In Iowa they have black fertile dirt, where even a black-thumbed girl like myself could probably get something to grow.
In childlike curiosity, he was wondering out loud how God knew to put clay in the south and black soil in the Midwest. And why would he put them each where they are. Did God know that they would need that kind of dirt for what they grew?
What if clay were in Iowa, then what?
This kids makes me smile :)
He wanted to make sure that God knew what he was doing.
Don't we all.
I looked over and smiled at my blue eyed boy, and assured him with a rub of his shaved down summer do' that God knew where to put the soil and where to put the clay. That He makes no mistakes.
God's smart like that.
He knew what each place needed in order to grow the right kind of crops.
Just like how he knows what we need when we need it.
I think I needed that reminder as well.
I often found myself wondering how in the world, did we find ourselves in the middle of Iowa?? And I wasn't so sure God knew what he was doing at times.
That day I was reminded that even though things happen, and they make no sense to me, God still knows what he's doing. And is in control.
I think I relaxed my grip on my reality that day forward and decided that whatever God was doing or going to do, I would trust him-even if it meant living in Iowa (which I grew to love!).
Do you find it hard to trust when things are happening around you and they make little sense? I know I can get pulled into seasons of doubt, wondering where in the world is God?! Before I remember again, He's right here.
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