The world was watching the miners reach the surface for the first time in two months. Goggles on their eyes on a tiny capsule, their embrace with their families seemed eternal…until they had to go to the hospital. Pneumonia, dirt, and bath teeth aside, they were in great shape. (Yes, even the one with two chicas, yeah, him too…) Only God can do that –and what surprised me was seeing this quote on the back of their t-shirts…
In his hand are the depths of the earth, and the mountain peaks belong to him. –Psalm 95:4, NIV
His hand held those thirty-three miners.
His hand held the rescuers.
His hand held the families.
His hand held the copper mines around Copiapó, Chile, and the rest of the Earth.
What didn’t God hold? What is not of His belonging?
On another hand, I’ll suffer the gauntlet of the Puerto Rican College Board tomorrow. The fact that worries me is not me sitting on the same chair for seven to eight hours; it’s the reason that the closes thing to have a quick bite is a BURGER KING!!!!!!! Otherwise, I pray –and I know by His name- that I’ll do great. I am no newcomer at this, though –I’ve taken the SAT twice back in Maryland. However, what are the odds of a major desorden on my test center in Fajardo?