He Cares About the Little Things
Friday, June 29, 2012, the day
of the derecho. Temperatures in Huntington reaching 102 degrees, forest fires
raging in Colorado, flooding in Florida and a huge thunderstorm approaching the
tri-state from the west. It hit about 6:45PM, gale force winds, trees and tree
limbs falling, power outages all over West Virginia. No electricity, no air
conditioning, no lights, none of the conveniences we take for granted daily.
If you are like me and depend
on air conditioning to get you through our Ohio Valley summers, this is going
to be a problem if they don't get the power back on soon.
Darkness descends and I fumble
around for a flashlight. Wouldn't you know the big heavy duty flashlight needs
new Size D batteries, and I don't have any. I'm grateful for the little
flashlight I keep in my car. It doesn't give much light. but it's better than
nothing. I go to bed hoping that sometime during the night I will be awakened
by the lights coming on.
That doesn't happen and
Saturday morning looms with the prospect of another sweltering day. What I
wouldn't give for my morning cup of hot tea! I pray, "Dear Lord, how am I
going to cope with another day of 100 degree heat and no air
conditioning". I feel like I am in panic mode.
I tell myself to stop whining
and remember how much worse it must be for those fighting the forest fires, for
those having to leave their homes as the flood waters rise. I am chastened but
nevertheless I pray, "Please Lord put the power back on". He knows
and numbers the very hairs of our head so I know He cares for our everyday
problems.
I hear the chainsaws roaring,
chopping up tree limbs which have downed power lines and blocked roads. I
wonder if this means we will be back on line soon. I think maybe I should drive
somewhere, at least my car has air conditioning. The day drags on, hot, hot,
hot. What a wimp I am for complaining so. It is far worse for others.
Later that day as I stand at
my dining room table, suddenly the chandelier lights blaze on. "Oh, dear
Lord, thank you, thank you, thank you". I run from room to room saying
over and over again, "thank you, thank you, Lord".
You may think I made a big
deal over a small problem, but I share this with you to say that every day our
Saviour loves us so much that He takes care of our every concern, little
problems, big problems, intimate problems, family problems, every problem. Take
them to Him, He understands, He cares, He will answer. Believe!
Luke 12, vs. 6, 7 Are not five
sparrows sold for two farthings, and not one of them is forgotten before God?
But even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not therefore: ye
are of more value than many sparrows.
Jean Dean