Everything Has a Purpose

Today while my feet were gently floating on top of the Tualatin River over the dock, I looked at my toes. Not only do toes just look weird if you look long enough at them, but sometimes when I think of toes, I can't help but wonder. "Why did God even make them?" For a second there, I had forgotten that toes have a purpose of balance. I was reminded that in fact, they DO have a purpose. But THEN I thought, "What's the point of having a pinky finger?" I was then told that their purpose was so you could be fancy... you know... when you're drinking a cup of tea or something. Haha... As silly as that answer was, in that moment, I was reminded that everything has a purpose. Even though it sometimes doesn't really make sense, everything happens for a reason. I find comfort in that tonight. And I find comfort in that fact everyday.