Does God care about little things?
The verse from 1 Peter 5:7 says, “Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.”
I’ve never wanted to trouble God. I’ve dumped big stuff — cares about my kids, a job loss, shrinking income, surgeries — in his lap.
But little things? Hurts and disappointments? No–he has better things to take care of, I had convinced myself.
I had a hard day last week. As I wrote in last week’s blog, I had decided, though, that if there were flowers when I got home, everything would be okay. There weren’t but later a dear, thoughtful friend brought some by.
He cares for me.
In a blog a couple weeks ago I wrote about losing my wedding and engagement rings and how Craig had sweetly suggested we get his ring — which he never wore — sized down for me. So there it was . . . another beautiful ring.
He cares for me.
But a crazy thing happened last weekend to tie the two together. Craig and I spent a lovely Saturday afternoon together driving our mountain roads to a cute little town called Graeagle. The jeweler there had sized Craig’s big ring down to size little for me, so we were taking another ring there to get repaired. This was the ring Craig had found many years ago — which I was now wearing instead of an engagement ring.
We drove away but a mile or so down the road Craig asked if I wanted to go back and look again at another ring I had admired. We did and bought it — lovely emeralds circling a diamond in an elevated, airy setting. Half price, too!
So, I showed it to a friend at school today . . . a friend with whom I’d shared my flower story last week.
And she said, “Oh, Janet, and it’s a flower!”
Oh, my, it WAS a flower! All I had needed last week was a flower . . . and now it is sitting on my finger in emeralds and a diamond . . . to forever remind me . . .
He does care for me . . . through the big things, through the little things.