My wife Jan and I and our two youngest, Josiah and Anna, were climbing into our van on the way to church one summer Sunday, and right at our feet lay this little moth.

It was a sight we could have easily missed. Was its presence merely an accident or did God place those four tiny wings as a beautiful contrast to our lush green crabgrass? I wonder.

Jesus said, “My Father is always at His work to this very day, and I, too, am working.”

I wonder; does He who spoke the cosmos into existence and maintains a running total of the hairs on our heads unobtrusively wait for us to see yellow butterflies? Has He has caused them to light in our paths? And after seeing them, does He long for us to look up to the Heavens and say, “Hello”? I wonder.

“He tends His flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in His arms and carries them close to His heart; He gently leads those that have young.”