Instincts
Since one of my hobbies/passions/obsessions is fishing and hunting I tend to take note of weather, birds flying, animal behavior, tracks, road kill and other kinds of quirky everyday events that no one else seems to think about.
So, the other night I stepped outside to pet the dog, who is my personal duck and goose retriever, and I hear the distinctive "barks and squawks" of a flight of snow geese. At this time hunting season is over and Spring is in full swing so the geese are headed back north. I feebly squinted into the night sky hope to catch the silhouette of a "V" winging by, but the goose sounds were all that let me know they were up there.
One of the connections that sportsmen feel to their sport is a sense of awe and mystery. As I listened for a few minutes the geese drifted on by and it struck me, "how do they know it's time to go north?" Biologists will tell you it is in their DNA based on years of evolution, another factor is the length of sunlight during the day and the moon phase plus the weather, oh, and the forage conditions and on and on.
Another is that of instincts. It is hard for me, a scientific layman, to see the connection between instincts and evolution. Of the principles that I know, survival of the fittest generally deals with physiological changes. The instinct seems much different, deeper. So when I think of fish, birds and animals in general instinct is a mysterious, powerful trait…that God thought up and created.
That night I stood there briefly wondering about my own sense of "timing" and the little bit I play in God's story and I thought, my instincts tell me there is a God. And He is good, loving and personal.