There is an old poem that tells the story of a woman
who was walking through a meadow. As she strolled
along meditating on nature, she came upon a field
of golden pumpkins. In the corner of the field stood
a majestic oak tree.
The woman, weary, sat down under the oak and began to
muse about the strange twists in nature. Tiny acorns
hung on huge branches and huge pumpkins sat on tiny
vines. She thought, "God blundered with creation!
He should have put the small acorns on the tiny vines
and the large pumpkins on the huge branches."
Resting beneath the tree, she drifted off to sleep.
She was awakened by a tiny acorn bouncing off her
nose. Chuckling to herself, she amended her previous
thought, "Just goes to show that God knew best all along!"