He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.
In a season of dry twigs, I don't want to hear how God is planning to work. I am impatient to know he has already worked. When Jesus Christ was nailed to the cross and when three days later he burst forth from the tomb, the twigs respond and rejoice. May my twiggy, doubting spirit believe in the "doneness of his doings."