Psalm 39 says:
I will praise:
I am wonderfully made;
what you do is marvelous,
I feel it in my soul.
I was walking to work, and saw this engine. I am not a good mechanic. I mean I can fix anything, but when other people, the “good” mechanics can fix something in thirty minutes, it takes me a couple of days. It’s not because I drop my tools, (though I am usually slowed down by “righty tighty”– does that mean clock wise (where the bottom goes rightwards, or counter clockwise, where the top goes right wards? I was pretty good at tightening jar lids and screws until someone quoted “righty tighty, lefty loosey” to me in the eighties. . .Life was never simple again. . . but I digress.) it’s because there is a lot of stuff in an engine compartment. I just look, and look, and fiddle. . . and don’t forget the instructions. I’m the kind of person who reads them, counts the parts (several times) organizes them by size, shape, color and function or whatever else strikes my fancy, and still, tries to do something creative (aka. wrong).
My neighbors, love their cars. Thy love their engines, They have chrome plated breather covers! They know how the whole thing goes together.
When I see anything well made, well designed, and running, I spend just a moment in prayer. God is the great designer. God is the great mechanic. God is the great engineer.
Isaiah 40 says:
He gives power to the faint; and to them that have no might he increases their strength.
This is rush hour in San Jose. It’s called rush hour, because that’s the one thing you can’t do. At least that’s the way it is for the cars in the lanes to the right. They aren’t quite stopped, but they are going only a little faster than I can walk. (I’m walking, by the way.)
When I am going to work, I sometimes feel faint because, well, it’s work. Sure, I love my job, but it is WORK, and I’d rather stay at home and read a Barbera Hambley novel, or play with my computer, or just stare at the ceiling.
When I return home, I’m tired because my job is pretty physical, and I sometimes forget to eat enough to sustain me. I seldom get my full eight hours of sleep. I sometimes forget to drink enough water. I seldom take time for formal morning devotions.
Good thing God’s Grace for my daily needs is not a function of my input!
To make it worse, the civilization in which I live seems to meddle with my traveling to and fro. People and their automobiles are always in my way. They clog the streets and sidewalks.
God is with me, God is also with all those encased in their cars. God is good at being with all His children at the same time.