Job 39:13-19 The ostrich flaps her wings futilely— all those beautiful feathers, but useless! She lays her eggs on the hard ground, leaves them there in the dirt, exposed to the weather, Not caring that they might get stepped on and cracked or trampled by some wild animal. She’s negligent with her young, as if they weren’t even hers. She cares nothing about anything. She wasn’t created very smart, that’s for sure, wasn’t given her share of good sense. But when she runs, oh, how she runs, laughing, leaving horse and rider in the dust. (Message) My loving Father is holy, righteous and just in all of His ways. In His manifold wisdom (that's beyond human comprehension!) He decided in eternity past that I'll be with this set of characteristics for a purpose. Could it be that I have wings to somehow classify me among birds? And in this crowd of birds, God opened my eyes to see just how different I am. Can it be possible that the Lord may have classified some as ...