Today I walked to Mass. As I made my way on the wet streets I prayed my Rosary (I'm an auxiliary in the Legion of Mary and our duty is to pray the Rosary daily).
Even though it was the start of March ("Stupid Smarch," as Homer Simpson once famously noted) the sun shone and its rays warmed up my shoulders. I lowered the zipper on my winter jacket and the air felt invigorating.
A few songbirds caught my attention and I became conscious that they were meant to be there, singing their love song to God on this surprising warm day.
This was a perfect moment, one created by God, and I enjoyed it. All moments are perfect, since God designed and created them all, but some strike us as more perfect than others, either due to our emotional disposition, receptivity, or even basic awareness at the time.
As I considered this event, I also became aware that I had no idea where or how the songbirds fit into God's plan for the salvation of mankind, and that was okay. After all:
“For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways,”
declares the Lord.
“As the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts. Isaiah 55:8-9
What calculus could God possibly be using that would include me walking on that street at that precise moment, those songbirds within earshot (even given my tinnitus in one ear), the westerly breeze at my back, the time of day, the temperature, etc., and my awareness of His proximity to me in the Graces of that single moment?
I cannot begin to fathom this interconnectedness. And I'm all right with that. I just have to remember the feeling of this Grace when things are not going so well, that that moment will also be designed by God, and that it will be filled with His Graces - for me.
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