This morning, I am contemplating. Maybe . . . fuming a little? Wondering how a God who takes the time to create this
|morning glories taking over my backyard|
|Migrating Gulf Fritillary (far from home!)|
also allows record numbers of children to be born into filth, neglect, and abuse. Wondering how a God who makes sunset after sunset fling color across the sky - in what can only be called an extravagant, unnecessary display of beauty - allows selfishness and discord and confusion to rip apart marriages. Wondering how a God who whispers I am here in the crisp autumn wind and the steady-rolling ocean waves and the diamond streaks of a meteor shower can seem so desolately silent in the all the pain on this earth.