Some people have cats. We have a Maynard. But for the past couple weeks, Maynard, who is normally as happy as a stoner with Cheetos, hasn't looked well. His tail wasn't as fluffy, nor was his fur in general, his eyes were goopy, and he was hiding out in the basement instead of exploring the outdoors. I knew he had tape worms because of the rice-grain shaped egg casings by his tail, but Maynard refused to eat the canned food I mixed my only dose of worm medication with. So last week I took him to the vet. Maynard is so scared of going to the vet that he usually pees in the carrier on the way. This time, I could tell by the smell that he had provided a stool sample instead.
Because of that sample, the doctor discovered that Maynard had both tape and round worms. If he hadn't panic pooped on the way to the vet, we would have solved only half the problem. That's how sovereign God is. He uses millions of tiny events as pieces of a greater plan. He knew we were worried about Maynard and what would be needed to make him well. As a bonus, the vet's office cleaned up the cat carrier and the vet was highly motivated to clean the cat before taking his temperature. Maynard is exploring outside as I write this. The God who delights to do the impossible is also the orchestrator of the ordinary events of our everyday lives. He is sovereign, even when it stinks.
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