Eureka!

So I told you I couldn't find the moon. And I still can't.
BUT.
I have figured out why.
See, I can't see the whole friggin' sky on any given day. Hell, no one can.
Duhhh.
I was so stupid to think that I was going to see the moon every single night without fail. I mean, I have a limited view from my little backyard.

So I've taken another lesson from this:
The moon is most definitely like God. And NOT that it is a God-like figure, but that its characteristics can seem similar. Of course God is greater.
But.
The moon is there. We know it's there, and we look for it. And most of the time, yeah, we see it. There are times when we know we won't be able to see it, and so we don't expect to see it there, but we still know it's there. And there are times when, suddenly, it's not visible to us. We panic and wonder where it could be and what could have possibly happened to it, but then, we remember--it's always there, and is never going to fully disappear; we just may not see it at that given point in time.
So, too, with God.

There are no coincidences.

I had the scariest thing happen to me over last weekend.

Let's just say two things happened to me in the same place and same time within 2 days of each other involving the same type of vehicle.

If ever I doubted God, I now don't question His existence at all.

There is no way that I and approximately 40 others could have all survived two accidents in the same place at the same time within two days of each other without any sort of heavenly interference. There was a whole lot surrounding the circumstances, but we all made it out, and most of our stuff was able to be salvaged. I have absolutely no damaged or lost possessions, thank God.

And guess which song automatically popped into my head at each scene of crisis and continually pops into my head whenever I think about it?

"Details in the Fabric" by Jason Mraz.


Calm down, deep breaths
And get yourself dressed instead
Of running around and pulling at your threads
And breaking yourself up
If it's a broken part, replace it
If it's a broken arm, then brace it
If it's a broken heart, then face it
And hold your own, know your name, go your own way
And everything will be fine
Hang on, help is on the way
Stay strong, I'm doing everything
Are the details in the fabric
All the things that make you panic
Are your thoughts results of static cling?
Are there things that make you blow?
Hell, no reason, go on and scream
If you're shocked it's just the fault of faulty manufacturing.
Everything will be fine, everything in no time at all
Hearts will hold.

And I'm really not just trying to be corny here or anything. That song is something to live by.

Viva la Mraz.