It Is So Complicated

My God,

Sometimes I forget He can do it ALL...but, looking at the cross I'm quickly reminded that I, not Him, am small.
I tend to concentrate on the beauty that I can see and He created, and forget that He has made much more than I even know to exist...for I only know a few things they insisted in teaching me from books and lessons, but the whole of God's creation doesn't fit in classrooms.

He has spoken the most precious orchids that blush with so many stares but with the same breath He created the weeds on the side of the road that no one cares.

When I see farms, plantations that can feed big cities, I forget that underneath the earth, in her secret womb, a little seed dies alone, and no one sees; and that also is His.

Having Him as my God, I sometimes forget that I'm a dust particle so tiny, and He not I, is the One so Mighty.

I want to tame the wind, to build a tower, to calm the seas, to forever shelter my child...and I keep forgetting that life is just a while. I want to create a new story and better nights for her tomorrows...I keep forgetting... that, already has been done through all His sorrows...

I can hear lovely sounds of laughter and joy's pretty scented colors, but cannot forget there are sounds of darkness, silences and horrors...

I've seen the good among His creatures, and failed to accept their faults as built-in-sin features. I have hated the evil ones among the nations and failed to admit He loves all in His creation.

I tend to fool myself that the world is my church my dear Christian family, I wish to forget the wars, the
pestilence and famine.

My God,

Why everything is so big, so complicated. I so much wish they had obeyed.