Birds sing. Red and gold streak across pastel blue as if crowning a miracle. The coolness and freshness of morning air caress sleep from my eyes. Today dawns a miracle, but another miracle captivates now.
Not that God gives good gifts… He does.
Not that God cares for temporal necessities… He does.
Not that He owns hills of gold, and cattle times thousands… He does.
It’s that… He rules in the impossible.
That a child’s prayer is heard by the King of the Universe. That He finds no complexity in our perplexity. That unfeasible realities, farfetched dreams, impossible hopes- to human sight, look very different to Omnipotence.
God’s working is miraculous.
His storehouse is sufficient.
His answers to prayer are as sure as His name.
...and that's present tense.