And I am not.
Pretty simple to grasp.
Extremely hard to implement.
This week my Grandma, who will be 90 on the 21st, had a massive hemorrhage in her brain.
I gotta tell you. I am scared. Not that she will die. I am afraid that she won't. And that she won't recover. And that she will be stuck indefinitely in a body that no longer functions. That she will be tied to this earth, not freed to be with our Savior at her wedding feast.
I was talking to my friend, Kelly, yesterday and she reminded me that God is always in control. I love the way she put it.
"God did not get up on Tuesday morning and take roll. "Mary? Mary? Mary Higgins? No Mary? Well, I wonder where she is?'"
Of course He didn't. Of course He knows when she will be making it home.
Because He is God, and I am not.
God thing, too.