He spoke and the universe appeared. Full stop. He spoke. He said a word.
And everything in this natural world appeared. Everything you’ve ever seen, felt, heard is here because He simply spoke it into existence.
Imagine speaking and watching as what you spoke appeared. Imagine willing something into existence. It is almost unfathomable to me.
Yet, almost daily, I find myself telling my God - my God who spoke a word and saw the universe appear - I find myself telling Him how something should be done, where He should interfere, where He should move.
But the best part of the whole thing is this -
God doesn’t squash me or punish me or wave me off with a “How dare you!”
He tucks me under His arm and whispers “I got this,” and He reminds me who He is and what He can do and He lifts my chin and pulls my shoulders back and he calls me “daughter.”
He loves me.
Let me introduce you to my uncontrollable,
He is good.
He is mine.
I am His.