I am more accustomed to four-minute songs than symphonies. There is a pattern to the work God does; but more often than not, it’s so intricate that I can hardly see it. I’m still not unused to living in four-year chunks of time, I think. But I am coming up on twenty-seven years in this earth suit, and seeing more clearly that I won’t always be able to See.
I realized that no one can discover everything God is doing under the sun. Not even the wisest people discover everything, no matter what they claim.
However much man may toil in seeking, he will not find it out. | Eccl 8:17
What is happening now has happened before, and what will happen in the future has happened before, because God makes the same things happen over and over again. | Eccl 3:15
I found particular comfort in that last-listed verse the other day. Because I certainly feel that that’s true. But to know that God does it on purpose helps me rest. It makes less maddening the evident truth that no matter how many times the same thing happens, and no matter how hard I may toil in seeking, I can’t know the entirety of what God is up to.
I’m not meant to.