As the trees empty their branches,
the days grow shorter,
and the winds blow in a November chill,
this truth warms my soul.
God has made everything beautiful in its time.
But no one can fathom what he has done from beginning to end.
Our God is unfathomable. I find that so comforting.
If we could figure him out, he would be no bigger than we are.
But instead, he is infinitely beyond human.
Far beyond our grasp, but not beyond our reach.
Because he himself reaches out
to reveal himself to us
in his time.
His has not yet finished telling us his story.
The colder days are a great time to pull a chair up by the fire and listen to him.