The Smallest of Things

When you are desperate for an answer or intervention, God shows up in the small things. It really is the smallest of connections and the simplicity of words spoken that invade and conquer. Sure, I would love a million dollars to pay off debt and retire, an instant healing, and throw in winning my very own hot yoga studio, and well, I’d be set. That’s just not how God operates. Yes, someone does win lottery, and, with hard work, someone can open a hot yoga studio, and I’ve seen miraculous healings. I’m more fascinated with the little day-to-day things. Like when you show up to church feeling like you “don’t belong”, you walk out,  and they give you a little card that says, “you belong”.

Or, when you are listening to a song about God giving you everything you need, and your daughter calls with answered prayer–she won a FREE trip to a marriage retreat that included the hotel stay. A text message at just the right time, a friend sending you a picture of a rainbow on her trip to Hawaii (she woke up to this God masterpiece),

a song, an act of kindness, a hug, a kiss…. Notice these things. Notice how they show up at just the right time.

You know why I’m so fascinated by the little things? It reminds me of my October word, “worthy”. God loves us so much that He whispers in our ear all day long–“I see you. I know what you need. Trust me. It’s really going to be okay.” Not to sound so Polly Anna because we all know that just as much as these wonderful things that happen, there are the moments in which we question our sanity. How about when your baby has a blow out at Target or a tantrum and you have to leave your cart with all your unpaid stuff, you can’t find your keys and you will be late AGAIN, your spouse or partner does that “thing” over and over again and you think you will go mad, you get caught by the train and miss the opportunity to go to hot yoga (they lock the door when the session starts for peace and tranquility–no rushing, stressed out folks allowed), or when it’s just Murphy’s law all day long? These are minor irritants. Life can truly send us some curve balls that take more than a four by four deep breathing activity to push through. However, I’ve found that God shows up in ALL moments. He holds my hand and leads me home–ALL. THE. WAY. HOME. I am referring to heaven here. It’s all one big walk home with my beautiful Father.

Anne Murray sang a song called “You Needed Me”. Love, love, love that song. I was headed to Salem, which is a 3 1/2 hour drive for me. I decided to listen to songs from my childhood–songs that made me smile. This was one of them. I smiled again at 53 and cried. Parts of the song remind me of Jesus. His love, and His ever patience with me is a mystery. I’m truly a rebel soul.

You held my hand when it was cold

When I was lost, you took me home….

I love the word “took”. In my worship, I was thanking Him for holding my hand and leading me even when I was dragging my feet the whole way.

My last post about conversations and worthiness led me to church one Sunday. The message was about a worship leader in the book of Psalms crying out to God about pretty much the same thing. Someone from thousands of years ago without Facebook, Amazon, and Oprah was struggling with conversations and belonging. But God,….

When God took him by the hand and took him home (the sanctuary), he was healed. His eyes were wide-open and he became self-aware and God-aware. He realized his worth and the worth of others so he could love himself and extend that love.

His presence heals. His whispers in the good and bad moments are Him–a personal God who adores you.

Psalm 63

You, God, are my God,
    earnestly I seek you;
I thirst for you,
    my whole being longs for you,
in a dry and parched land
    where there is no water.

I have seen you in the sanctuary
    and beheld your power and your glory.
Because your love is better than life,
    my lips will glorify you.
I will praise you as long as I live,
    and in your name I will lift up my hands.
I will be fully satisfied as with the richest of foods;
    with singing lips my mouth will praise you.

On my bed I remember you;
    I think of you through the watches of the night.
Because you are my help,
    I sing in the shadow of your wings.
I cling to you;
    your right hand upholds me.

Small things matter even in science. Have you heard of the butterfly effect and chaos theory? You can Google it, or here is a brief explanation.

In chaos theory, the butterfly effect is the sensitive dependence on initial conditions in which a small change in one state of a deterministic nonlinear system can result in large differences in a later state.

Though Lorenz gave a name to the phenomenon, the idea that small causes may have large effects in general and in weather specifically was earlier recognized by French mathematician and engineer Henri Poincaré and American mathematician and philosopher Norbert WienerEdward Lorenz‘s work placed the concept of instability of the earth’s atmosphere onto a quantitative base and linked the concept of instability to the properties of large classes of dynamic systems which are undergoing nonlinear dynamics and deterministic chaos.

I straight up got that from Wikipedia. What stands out to me is small things and chaos. The small things in my chaos make the difference.

I pray you open your heart to being God-aware and self-aware. Notice the small things and delight in them. I’m so happy that God and I need each other. Can you listen to this song and worship with me?

P.S.–random comment/memory. My youngest shared with me that after her baptism, she felt God spoke to her. After watching a movie and true story in which a butterfly was significant in a miracle healing, butterflies became a symbol of God’s glory and healing for her. She told me that a butterfly passed her by in a whisper, and she felt the presence of her Father. That’s my girl. Noticing. Giving God the glory. Seeing the beauty of our world.

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