Doing the dishes can be a great time for thinking.
So can hanging laundry, sweeping and painting.
I mean painting walls, not canvasses. I wouldn't know about painting paintings. I'm a writer.
Anyhow, I was thinking about a friend of mine whose mother died on Sunday night. And then I thought about another friend of mine whose daughter gave birth on Monday morning. And I thought, "the circle of life...."
But then I thought, "well that's not the Bible, that's The Lion King."
And then I thought, "when God closes a door, somewhere He opens a window." But then I thought, "that's not the Bible either, that's the Sound of Music."
And then I thought, "so why do things sometimes seem to happen in connection with other, or because of each other?"
But there's no answer to that. They might be connected; they might be coincidental.
And then I thought, "God is sovereign."
The only thing I can know, is that God is sovereign.
He laid the earth's foundations. He marked off its dimensions and stretched a measuring line across it. He set its footings and laid its cornerstone ~ while the morning stars sang together and all the angels shouted for joy.
He shut up the sea behind doors when it burst forth from the womb. He made the cloud its garment and wrapped it in thick darkness. He fixed limits for it and set its doors and bars in place, and said, "This far you may come and no farther; here is where your proud waves halt."
He gives orders to the morning, and shows the dawn its place, that it might take the earth by the edges and shake the wicked out of it.
He has journeyed to the springs of the sea, and walked in the recesses of the deep.
He has seen the gates of the shadow of death.
He alone comprehends the vast expanses of the earth.
He knows the way to the abode of light, and where the darkness resides.
He has entered the storehouses of the snow, and has storehouses of hail reserved for times of trouble, for days of war and battle.
He knows the way to the place where the lightning is dispersed, and the place where the east winds are scattered over the earth. He cuts a channel for the torrents of rain, and a path for the thunderstorm, to satisfy a desolate wasteland and make it sprout with grass.
He knows the laws of the heavens. His dominion is over the earth.
He endows the heart with wisdom and gives understanding to the mind.
We like the pithy little sayings, because they give us a feeling that what happens in life can be expected. We like patterns because they give us a feeling of predictability, which gives us a feeling of control, or security. But it doesn't get any more reassuring than knowing that He is sovereign. All I need to know, is that He knows all.