What a dry and dusty year. We have watched with awe, thankfulness, and praise as the wheat comes up, despite its need for moisture. It points so much to our Creator and His power. Who else can put so much in such a little package as a kernel of wheat? So tiny, yet made to die and burst forth full of new life. I take it so for granted, yet I stand so amazed when I stop and contemplate upon it. There is no one like our God. And He is never not in control of all.