I was making chocolate chip cookies the other day and the recipe called for an egg. How strange and wonderful, I thought, that a concoction of basically flour and sugar requires an egg. A chicken egg. How weird and unconnected is that? I mean, what does the egg of a chicken have to do with sweets, chocolate and finely ground wheat? If I was designing the world and if something as purely enjoyable as cookies even crossed my mind, would I have thought to make chickens so as to ensure the quality of those cookies? I doubt it.But God did. And He works far stranger and seemingly disconnected things together with us in mind. That’s us. As in you and me. He was thinking of you when He put the stars in the heavens and placed the moon in orbit. You were uppermost on His mind when flowers were invented, birds were taught to sing and the mountains were topped off with snow. He even made you the centerpiece of His sweep of History as He set the times and places for kings and emperors, inventions and discoveries, poems and songs.
And when things seem are tough, tragic and desperate, remember that the One who long ago made a chicken so you could enjoy chocolate chip cookies is the One who holds you in the palm of His hand, who is not surprised, perplexed or at a loss at a turn of events, who has only your very best in mind and who sees fit to order the entire universe for that purpose.
