The Little Things


IMG_1251-Edit-2Have you ever wondered if God cares about the little things? After all, He’s God. God does BIG things right? He’s God! He flung the stars into the universe! He made the sun, the moon, all of the planets. He created man. He created each and every animal one by one. God is God – He does big things! We can probably all understand this right?

But what about the little things? Why would our BIG God care that you failed a test, or you had a bad day, or you just couldn’t get a handle on your emotions one day. It may seem a bit odd that He (The Creator of the Universe) would take the time out of His busy day to concern Himself with the “little things”.

There is good news my friend. The Bible says in Luke 12:7,

“Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.”

Think about this: God doesn’t sleep! He is up 24/7 working on things that may concern you.

Let’s not judge whether God cares or whether or not his concern is based on the size of your worry. That is not EVEN an issue. God does most certainly care about the “little things” in our lives, because He cares about us, and because we love Him.

Compared to God and His glory, our whole lives are made up of those “little things.” Psalm 139:17–18 says,

“How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them, Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand. When I am awake, I am still with you.”


I love this Scripture too. Psalm 138:8,

“The Lord will perfect that which concerns me; Your mercy, O Lord, endures forever; Do not forsake the works of Your hands.”

Here is a recent example of these “little things” in my own life, that just happened to me yesterday.

Yesterday would have been my only son’s 30th Birthday. This was (sadly for me) his first Birthday in Heaven. My son Robert was a Firefighter, Station #68 in Houston, TX. He died a tragic death in a hotel fire on Highway 59 along with 3 of his Firefighter brothers.  Saddest day (and year) of my life.

Most days, still, I feel like I don’t know which end is up. I think I have to control things. I wait for the other shoe to drop. I never know when I may have a random meltdown, etc. Heck, I might even cry over a broken nail, depending on what else may be going on at the time. I tend to forget that I do not have to concern myself with these things because God is behind the scenes working them all out.

So, yesterday, on Bobby’s Birthday, the tears and sadness overwhelmed me. I only spoke about it to my husband, no one else. I felt like an open wound that just had salt poured all into it. It hurt – a lot! I couldn’t make it stop hurting. I cried, I wrote poetry, I watched TV, I played on my iPad, I pet the dogs, I soaked in the tub, etc. I did everything I could think of just to distract myself from the fact that I was facing Bobby’s first birthday, with the realization sinking in, that for sure I would never again see or hear from Bobby ever again on this earth. I truly was in a deep dark pit. By this point in the day it was almost time for bed.

About that time, my sister Suzy, pings my husband telling him to go look in the mailbox because she had sent something to me. Now, keep in mind, he usually checks that mailbox regularly. But this time, it had been a while. So he checked the mailbox, and sure enough there was a “Get Well” Card from Suzy. Never mind the fact that the recent major surgery that I’d had was already a week an a half ago, it just made my day! I SO needed some love. It was sort of like finally getting a band-aid for that big boo boo, you know?

Well, also in the mail was a package from an old high school friend, Betty M. (whom I have not seen since high school – only speaking through FB). When he handed me the package, I then recalled that my friend, Betty, had asked me for my address a while back. I had forgotten all about it. BUT God didn’t forget. And remember, there are no coincidences with God.

I opened the package and this is what I saw. Two of the cutest little Firefighter’s sitting in the palm of God’s hands.

Sent to me by my High School friend, Betty Mallet :)

Sent to me by my High School friend, Betty Mallet 🙂

Also inside was a very sweet and touching note to me. Betty spoke of how she was cleaning her mother’s house one day before putting it up for sale. While going through the things she’d packed away, she opened up these two little boxes. She found the little Firefighters inside, and it made her think of me (she had heard about Bobby’s story). In the note, she said that she thought that I might have a special place for them! Oh Man!

Do you see the Hand of God all over this??? God used a friend from high school (whom I have not seen or spoken to in over 40 years except for Facebook), to be the hands and feet of Jesus to me here on this earth. Not only that….who knows how long that precious package had been sitting the mailbox? And then, look how God used my sister (who knew nothing of Bobby’s birthday yet) to prompt my husband to go the mailbox that night – at that moment. Who knows how long her card had been in there also?

Through all of the anxiety, all day long, I had not even cried out to God! BUT GOD, was paying attention to every single little thing about me to make sure that these “little things” happened in just the right way, to affect just the right outcome, at just the right time! ONLY GOD can pull this stuff off!  He’s seldom early, but He’s never late!

The Bible says in Romans 2:11, what He’ll do for one he’ll do for another. God cares about my “little things” and He cares about YOUR “little things” too.

We are ALL God’s favorite.

Just wanted you to know. XOXO


6 thoughts on “The Little Things

    • Thank you Ute.Yes most definitely. He knew us even before birth. I am very grateful to have Him as my role model. Someone who will never leave me or forsake me. Sometimes I just wish He had skin on him 🙂

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