1.17.2011

He`s in the Small Things

Sometimes I wonder how much we miss when we aren`t looking for Him.

I look behind me and you're there, then up ahead and you're there, too

Oh he is there, He doesn`t hide from us, but sometimes we forget to look.

Your reassuring presence, coming and going. 

 Today I`ve had the worst attitude about the weather, it is cold and windy, being outside just makes you feel like crap. As I drove home from running errands I looked down the streets and saw the extreme beauty of winter. I took a moment and marveled at His creation even at -30. I saw beautiful snow frosted trees, reminded myself the magnificence of individually made snowflakes, none the same as before, just like us. He is so good.

Sometimes my migraines wait until 5 o`clock to hit full force. I get annoyed because I`m heading home from work and now suddenly I`m in so much pain I have to lie down and can`t do anything. Today I realized what a blessing it is that He allows me to get through my workday with as much joy and as little pain as possibly. He carries me through until I get home and I`m able to rest. Sometimes I get them at work and He teaches me through that too, but from now on I want to thank him when they only hit at 5 and I can go home and lie in bed.

Sometimes my job exhausts me. Physically and emotionally. Sometimes I get a really bad attitude about it in spite of the fact that God wants me there, so I`m supposed to work as if I was working for Him. But then I come home exhausted with groceries in hand and my husband makes supper. What a blessing. I got to lie down on the couch and recharge after my hard day at work.

Yesterday my cell phone broke, we tried everything, new battery, new charger. I was planning on going in tomorrow and buying out my contract (no other option) which would set me back about $400 that I don`t have to spend right now. I was thinking about what to cut back to make that $400 work. I figured He would provide. Last resort my dad suggested a full system restart. Figured I had nothing to lose. It worked, who would have ever guessed, have no phone numbers now but who cares. What a blessing that He saved us $400. Thank you Father.

He`s there
In the smallest moments.

He promises not to leave us or forsake us, but even bigger than that He orchastrates the moments of our life. He knows I need my husband to cook supper tonight to bless me, and He knows that I can`t handle a migraine at work today.  He knows I need an encouraging text from my best friend or my mom. He knows I needed to read that verse today, the one that I carried with me all day.

He knows.

This is too much, too wonderful— I can't take it all in! 

I`m so amazed by His majesty and His promises.

Look for Him this week. Look for Him and I guarentee He is there.

Psalm 139:1-16
God, investigate my life; get all the facts firsthand. I'm an open book to you; even from a distance, you know what I'm thinking. You know when I leave and when I get back; I'm never out of your sight. You know everything I'm going to say before I start the first sentence. I look behind me and you're there, then up ahead and you're there, too— your reassuring presence, coming and going. This is too much, too wonderful— I can't take it all in!

Is there anyplace I can go to avoid your Spirit? to be out of your sight? If I climb to the sky, you're there! If I go underground, you're there! If I flew on morning's wings to the far western horizon, You'd find me in a minute— you're already there waiting! Then I said to myself, "Oh, he even sees me in the dark! At night I'm immersed in the light!" It's a fact: darkness isn't dark to you; night and day, darkness and light, they're all the same to you.

 Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out; you formed me in my mother's womb. I thank you, High God—you're breathtaking! Body and soul, I am marvelously made! I worship in adoration—what a creation! You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit, how I was sculpted from nothing into something. Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth; all the stages of my life were spread out before you, The days of my life all prepared before I'd even lived one day. 

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