Lost in silent solitude of recent days, I have been impressed again with the vast handiwork of our incomprehensible God. The psalmist was correct: The heavens do indeed tell of the glory of God . . . their expanse does indeed declare the work of His hands (Psalm 19.1).
It is delightful to remember that “Our God is in the heavens” and that “He does whatever He pleases” (Psalm 115.3).
Ol’ Zophar was zeroed in and on target when he asked:
“Can you discover the depths of God?
Can you discover the limits of the Almighty?
They are high as the heavens, what can you do?
Deeper than Sheol, what can you know?
Its measure is longer than the earth
And broader than the sea.
If He passes by or shuts up,
Or calls an assembly, who can restrain Him?” (Job 11.7‑10)
We need that reminder, we who are tempted to think we’re capable of demanding consultation of our permission. We need to be brought down to size, we who feel we have an iron fisted rule over our own destiny.
Not only do we feel capable of declaring His overall plan for our own lives, we think we have the ability to discern each detail of His panoramic plan across the centuries. We do well to simply “trust and obey” on a day-to-day basis. If we can do that much, we can certainly trust Him to impart all knowledge to us — in God’s time.
Refrain from anger and turn from wrath;
do not fret—it leads only to evil. Psalm 37. 8 NIV