This too

I don’t remember where I first heard it, but it hit me. Ever since, it’s been a dedicated holy struggle to believe: “This, too, is God.” Feeling love out of nowhere on an isolated trail through trees? Getting three different directions while driving on a viper’s nest of highways? Floating a canyon river between rapids at sunset? Managing whack-a-mole-style my daily routine during a global pandemic? Watching a man walk casually toward me —yeah, me—on the ocean waves? This, too, is God. The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away. The Lord sends rain for the harvest and then drought to turn the farmland to cracked dirt without gently stooping to explain and without needing to. If you choose to struggle with it yes with me, then cockroaches and peacocks and prison bars and wind chimes and, take your time—whatever you want to think— This, too, is God.
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