Genesis 3:14-"They had with them every wild animal according to its kind, all livestock according to their kinds, every creature that moves along the ground according to its kind and every bird according to its kind, everything with wings."
This language reminds me of the language used in telling creation's story, Genesis 1:20-25. In some ways the story of the flood seems like a reversal of the story of creation. The flood waters rise until nothing can be seen, except winds and waves. Yet in the heart of the watery maelstrom the human family (and the "family" of all that breathe) is preserved.
Life on earth is precarious. It hangs by a thread. I am tempted to question why it is so. Why does the goodness I see seem so fragile? Why do the blessings I feel seem so fleeting? My life--all life--can be sustained; or life on Planet Earth can be threatened.
Today, I praise God. I thank God for living here and now. I pray that I may remember God. Especially when storm-tossed and in fear of drowning, may I remember the God who remembers, rescues, and makes covenant with Noah.
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