Our oldest son owns a drone. He brought it to our last family reunion, and it was amazing to watch it zoom above us. Plus it got a great photo of us from thirty feet away. 

Our second son is a pilot, and told me about what may soon be a reality with drones. In his classes they talked about the complex possibilities, including delivering packages. There are a whirlwind of issues, including weather, the weight of the package, liability if something drops from the sky, and dogs attacking them. He said that for the elderly, having medications appear on their doorstep would be a godsend. For apartment dwellers, a drone could leave a package on the balcony, confounding thieves. They could even arrive in the dead of night, since visibility is not a factor. 

It all reminds me of the show I watched as a child, The Jetsons. How can these innovations be happening? Fifty years ago, the gold standard of delivery was a paper boy with a long arm.

My son says it could begin soon, with prototypes in cities amenable to such innovations. I confess that I would be tempted to order things just for the amusement of seeing it arrive. 

The miracle of an inanimate flying machine wending its way above rooftops to a precise destination, seems incredulous. With nothing to power it but a battery, this contraption is capable of finding any address in every town? I have been lost and crying enough times to be impressed. 

It all reminds me of the unlikely miracle of God's distribution system. Can He really pinpoint who needs comfort, who needs a strong push, and who needs a fresh idea? 

And the Lord said to Moses, “Has the Lord’s arm been shortened? Now you shall see whether what I say will happen to you or not.” Numbers 11

He is a Godsend. Plus he can see in the dark.