I recently was reminded of much God cared about the little things. Since I was little I have been able to identify small things that bring me joy. Tiny little things that nobody would even know about unless I shared them. I have been reminded that God gives me those little joys to remind me that He loves me and He cares about the big and little things in my life.
For example, when I was in elementary school flare jeans started coming into my world. I vividly remembering wanting a pair so bad. My family was on vacation visiting my grandparents and us girls were going to go shopping at, to my little mind, the biggest mall in America. The night before I laid in bed thinking about flare jeans. I had about $10 of my own spending money and I remember praying that I would find a pair of flare jeans, my size, and on sale for $10. I thought it would be a miracle if all those things came together. Im sure you can guess, but the next day at the mall I found a pair of flare jeans, my size, and on sale for $10. I hope I always remember how excited I was and how I realized for the first time God cares about flare jeans because I care about flare jeans. God set me up to find those jeans and be able to buy them and it was the first time I learned that God cares about the details. He cares about my little heart and things that bring me joy.
A more recent time was a few months ago. When we moved in fall 2020 we left our dining room furniture in the house we sold. Isaac built me a table to fit the space and it was too big to bring with us. It felt like the table was a part of our life and home there and symbolically to leave it behind. We brought a random table we had used in our basement and some folding chairs until we could find something else. The whole time we rented, October 2020 to August 2021, we used that random table and those folding chairs. All the while keeping an eye on Marketplace and Craigslist. I wanted black chairs and nice chunky table. Fall 2021 I mentioned to a friend that I was in their neighborhood over the weekend searching garage sales for chairs and/or a table. She said they had a set in their garage they weren’t using and she’d send me pictures. If I liked it they’d love to gift the set to us. Again, I’m sure you can guess but I cried when she sent me those pictures. Black wooden chairs, upholstered for long evenings chatting over dinner. A thick, chunky table with a custom piece of glass making cleaning crafts and food easy. They brought that eat over to our new house, just weeks after moving in.
I share all of this not to boast about my new table and chairs. I share to remind you that God cares about the little joys. If we pay attention to our days and all the wonderful and little things God is doing, there is so much to be grateful for. I challenge you to take inventory of some things that bring you joy. Finding the specific type of coffee you like to buy at the grocery store. Afternoon sunshine in your windows.
Abigail Denton 