hand in our lives...

Today, I took a bus trip to Taipei which really isn't far.  It took us an hour drive there.  So nice not to be driving.  This particular bus had movies to watch.  The bus station was improved so perhaps they decided to upgrade the whole bang shoot.  Regardless I watched (am still watching) an endearing movie.  It's called "The Intern".  Google it.  However in brief a man who should be retired interns for a youngish lady who has made an online success.  The scene is this.  While she is in a constant state of catch up he cleans a dirty desk of hers.  Well I balled my eyes out and while this may seem a bit of an emotional disproportion I understood why.  I was like that lady.  I am like that lady.  We all are or have been like her.  We all have so much we want to do, give, transfer, have meaning, extend ourselves, be respectable and so on.  There are things that nag us that we just don't get to.  It's like our hands are too short.  But then there's God who is always there to clean our mess.  He's that gentleman that sees the smallest needs and aches and pains.  There is is and was in that scene.  It was the father heart of God.  Helping us out.  Seeing our frustrations.

May we know his hand in our lives.

Love,
Sarah