I am stuck in Job chapter 26.
I am reading the last verse over and over, soaking in its depth and meditating on its richness.
“Behold, these are but the outskirts of his ways.
And how small a whisper do we hear of him!
But the thunder of his power
who can understand?”
My husband has been in the hospital now for over two weeks. He was admitted with COVID pneumonia. Even though we have seen such miracles, have experienced such outpouring of love and prayer, I can’t help but try to find the answers to all my but-whys.
Job reminds me of another verse.
This one has always been the tiniest, hidden treasure to me. I found it at the entrance of the universe.
Genesis 1:16 says,
“And God made the two great lights – the greater light to rule the day and the lesser light to rule the night – and the stars.”
AND THE STARS?
This tiny whisper, these three small words hide right there in plain view. As only a tiny side note, they contain creative breath beyond my understanding. They cling to the lesser creation like an afterthought.
AND THE STARS!
Isn’t this like our God? How often has he hidden his power in the less obvious, even in my unanswerable questions. I focus on the seen, the immediate, the thing I can fathom with my tiny mind. I look up and seek what I can understand, see and feel. But my answers cannot be found there, for my God is more than my understanding.
Indeed. It is true. “How small a whisper we hear of him!”
AND. THE. STARS.
“Father, help me to always seek you, not only in the obvious, but maybe even more so in my circumstances which I cannot understand. Keep my heart from the pride which says I know. Help to to submit everything into your powerful hand, knowing you created the sun and the moon AND THE STARS.
(Thoughts and pictures, Heidi Viars 2021, Scriptures taken from the ESV)