The little things...

On a recent sleepover my ten year old grandson came running out of the bathroom,  dripping wet, a towel barely covering him.  "The paintings!", he shouted excitedly, "The paintings were in my bag!"

In August my daughter and her family went to Disneyworld in Florida.  In Epcot Center's world showcase they visited "France".  Knowing that my dream trip would be to visit France my grandson bought me a little painting of Paris and my granddaughter, his big sister, bought a similar one for herself.  However, when the whole family arrived back home the paintings were no where to be found.  My daughter searched the baggage, called the hotel where they had stayed, and contacted the airlines all to no avail.  It appeared that the paintings had somehow been lost for good.

When my girls were small, one of the ways I taught them that God cares about all of the things we care about, was to teach them to pray even about little things.  We prayed over lost items frequently.  It's so easy to get worked up and frustrated when we lose something, so I taught them to calm themselves down and ask God to help them.  My daughter and grandchildren prayed about the paintings, but after weeks had passed, they had pretty much given up.  Until that evening when my grandson found them in the one zipped section of his carry on bag that he had never opened since coming home.  (Even though he'd used the bag on a few occasions.)  He was so excited, as was his sister and his mama when he called her to tell her.  They all commented on how they had been praying that they would find them.

The other day I was dusting my shelves that are made out of old reclaimed wood.  A sliver got deeply embedded in my right forefinger.  It was painful!  I spent the next half hour trying to remove the splinter with a needle and tweezers, all with my non-dominant left hand.  (It brought back all of the childhood memories of fit throwing whenever Daddy would try to remove a splinter I had gotten.)  It hurts!  I was getting more and more frustrated the more time I was wasting trying to get that splinter out.  Finally, I stopped and and asked God to help me.  No kidding, the very next moment my tweezers finally grasped the end of that splinter and pulled the whole thing right out, slick as a whistle.

The very same day as the splinter incident, I couldn't find my favorite ink pen for journaling anywhere.  I said a quick prayer asking God to help me find it and then I turned to make my bed.  When I picked up the comforter, giving it a shake to smooth it out, the pen came flying out of the comforter, practically hitting me in the face!  I had to laugh at God's sense of humor.

Not every prayer we pray is answered so obviously and not every prayer we pray is a little one.  Some of our prayers are about life and death situations.  The point is, God cares, God is listening, God hears and answers.  Nothing is too big and nothing is too small to talk to Him about. 

Casting the whole of your care [all your anxieties, all your worries, all your concerns, once and for all] on Him, for He cares for you affectionately and cares about you watchfully. (1 Peter 5:7 Amplified Bible)

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