“…and wringed the dew out of the fleece, a bowl full of water.”

“…for it was dry upon the fleece only, and there was dew on all the ground.”

The story of the judge Gideon is full of amazing providences and victories at God’s hand, but perhaps none are so amazing as the miracle of the dew. I never considered dew wondrous before this week. It’s there every morning when I get up, either wet and glittering in the sun or frozen over in a delicate frost. I might glance at it. I might not pay it any heed at all. But what would our world be without it?

So it is with the rising and setting of the sun. We think little of such an act, yet once upon a time the sun stood still. A miracle wrought by the hand of God to give victory to His people. And once upon a time, the dew did not fall to the ground except upon Gideon’s fleece. The next morning it fell everywhere on the ground except Gideon’s fleece. “…by which it appears that it (dew) falls not by chance, but by providence,” Matthew Henry writes in his commentary on the book of Judges. Pause and consider that for just a moment.

God is huge – much bigger, and wiser, and greater than our human minds can comprehend or imagine. Everything that occurs in nature is at His hand, wrought by His great wisdom. The breath of wind fluttering the American flag outside my window? God directed it. The clouds covering the sun and possibly bringing rain this afternoon? There is no “thirty percent chance of rain” with God. The lovely snowflakes that fall on dark winter nights? Each is intricately different – created by their all-wise Creator. The dew that falls to the earth every morning? Not one drop is there by accident.

Truly we have the love and care of a wondrous God.