This post is adapted from a post I made a little over a year ago on my church’s Facebook page. The post has since come up again and it was suggested to me that I share it more widely. I do that here in hopes that it touches your day (days).
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I’ve discovered that I see God most clearly in the little things; that I see just how big He is right in the midst of the ordinary.
I’ve had a rough few months, a rough year, to be honest. Most of the time I had no idea about the pitiful state of my finances, I had no idea about lost work, and I had even less of an idea about my failing health, both physical and mental. Across the board, life was looking pretty scary. Gloomy. It was a perfect stage for fear and anxiety and mounting feelings of worthlessness and failure.
When I had nothing left but prayer, I prayed. I prayed a lot.
Surprisingly to me (then, not now) I had calm each and every day, even on the darkest days. I had this surreal peace so foreign to me. There was stillness.
More than that, things began to happen. Not every day, but nearly. Not big things, but small yet important things just the same. One issue after another began to fall into place, troubles resolved. Maybe some things did not work out in the way I would have chosen, but resolutions came just the same. Supernaturally, round blocks slipped into square holes, squares blocks into round holes.
I knew this wasn’t “normal”. This wasn’t natural, especially not all piled up one against the other, day after day. These were not huge issues like cancer sucking out a last breath, but mundane life problems that gathered together can drown a person.
So, I prayed. And I kept praying.
One-by-one, day-after-day problems cleared, issues alleviated.
No one can tell me about coincidences, or about “Well, it was just the right time”. No one can tell me I sure had good luck. No. No one can convince me that my healing season was anything or anyone outside of my Abba Father.
No mere man, or in my case woman, could accomplish the things that were accomplished, or provide the oh-so-foreign peace and calm I experienced during that time.
I share all of this because it seems to me that we watch and wait for God to come swooping down in the midst of deep trauma and turmoil, tumultuous storms. We wait and watch for those big fixes, those even bigger miracles. We wait for Him to “just do something!” when, all along, He is. I’ve seen that He’s always up to lots of somethings.
“God is good” can be exclaimed more often when our lives aren’t looking so good. God is just as good in the midst of mundane as He is in the most shocking miracles.
What my last year has shown me is that our great big God is right there in the little things, too. He’s right there in the day-to-day, in the normal and the usual and the ordinary always working things out.
I image it pleases Him just as much to touch our lives there as in the big places. And, I imagine it pleases Him even more to see that we see Him.
I share this in hopes that you’ll see God, too, right in the midst of your mundane and ordinary every day, right there where you are this very moment.
Romans 12:1 From The Message Bible:
So here’s what I want you to do, God helping you: Take your everyday, ordinary life—your sleeping, eating, going-to-work, and walking-around life—and place it before God as an offering. Embracing what God does for you is the best thing you can do for him.