Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet no one of them is forgotten by God. Indeed, the very hairs on your head are all numbered. Don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.
I mention in a previous post that our dishwasher begins to act erratically, threatening to quit at any moment. My husband, Danny, throws the breaker switch and voila! She's back up and running.
As we are traveling home from our glorious week in the mountains, I receive a text from my son, Daniel, who is temporarily living with us. Mom, the dishwasher is messing up again.
"Uh-oh," I say aloud, "and I'll bet it's full of dirty dishes."
"The dishwasher isn't working?" Danny asks in alarm. "Again?"
"Again," I say gloomily.
"Well, let's not worry about it until we get home," he says. "You never know; trying the breaker may do the trick one more time."
But it doesn't.
And my premonition of a dishwasher loaded to the gills turns out to be true. So now, on top of unloading the car and unpacking, I have the added chore of washing all the soiled glasses and plates and utensils. Bummer!
Or so I imagine.
About half-way through the suds and the scrubbing, the rinsing and drying, I have an epiphany. In having to wash everything by hand, I'm paying attention, focusing on the details of every surface of the objects I'm cleaning. Noticing things about our dishes and flatware that I never had before, and coming to appreciate them in a whole new way.
And I'm reminded of how God is in every detail, no matter how minute, of our lives. He, who numbers the hairs on our head, will never forget nor forsake us. Just as I hold a glass up to the light to make sure I've cleansed every smudge and smear, so God, through the salvation offered us by Christ Jesus, has removed every stain of sin as far as east is from west.
"Danny," I say with a smile, "Don't buy a new dishwasher."
"You must be joking!"
"No, I'm serious," I assure him. "Just buy me a drying rack and I'll be happy."
So he does.
And I'm not just happy.
Are you seeing God in the details of your life?