Six Word Stories (21)

I remember my Father’s back and legs, clad in gray overalls, being the only thing visible as he leaned into the open maw of his truck’s hood. If we came to close with our loud games, he would shoosh us. He was listening.

He knew the sound of a healthy engine. He could tell what was off… The sound wasn’t right.

In all the noise of the universe, I wonder if our planet sound off as it spins. Can God hear the clank of my heart and tell just what isn’t quite right?

I imagine he listens closely to our world.

A world made to work, move, revolve, expand, collide, and create in the middle of deceptive chaos.

The constant churning of ideas, peoples, matter, all looks like a blended mess from the middle. But what does it look like as we take a step back and view the whole? Is there a rhyme or a reason?

The marks of our history litter this world. Even the rusted rim of a wheel has a story to tell us. It’s a piece of the puzzle, the hand of God is laying out. Only he knows their planned order.

If the world sounds off, maybe it’s just because He isn’t finished yet.

Are we a continuation of creation?

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef

Photos sourced from Unsplash.com

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