Even the Small Things

The church we attend in Boulder, All Souls, is a fairly new church with a plethora of college students and a smattering of 30 somethings and upwards. This makes for very few children (though the church is lovingly tolerant of children and their antics . . . and the Behmer children who are still learning how to actually behave in church, i.e. no climbing on the pews, at least during the service). Perhaps this is why the six month old baby was so fun and amazing to see today. During the service, the baby's mom handed her off to dad, who was sitting right in front of me. Playing gaily with a molecule-looking baby toy (never to early for some chemistry, right?), I noticed her ear, small, precious and so perfectly made. For some reason, a baby's perfect form looks strange to me, as if they are too small to be so well formed and should be more blobby until they are older. I remember when Asher was born wondering at how clearly his outline was and expecting him to have a fuzzy outline until he was older.

One day last week, I was talking to a church secretary, answering her questions about registering her church's youth group for the Reformed Youth Ministry (RYM - the youth conference I've worked with for some time) Colorado Conference. It was the day we got the foot or so of snow, and I mentioned how I'd been hoping we would get one good snow before spring and warmer weather. "God takes care of even the small things," she said happily. True, so true.

Last week, Michael was notified that he would begin back fulltime at his job in April (cuts were done back in November due to the bank lending crisis - oh, how I love being part of history) with a promotion. Such good news! When I told Ardis, she replied with how it was such a blessing. Indeed, as have been the last few months as Michael and I work together to make a reduced income and new opportunities work, and as God has provided over and over for us.

I have been struggling with some areas of forgiveness (outside my family) and thinking about what I need to move forgiveness along, let alone how I will get to actual forgiveness (you see, without being too specific, it's as if I have a spiritual haunt who I need to release). This has been surprisingly exhausting and slow going, like walking through wet cement. Today I have been thinking that, once again, this is a place in my life where God can be of great help, where I can turn to Him not necessarily for answers but to help carry me through. For He provides for even the small things - finances and baby ears and snow wishes. How easily I forget.

(Now, if He could just take care of my neck, and a new car, and finish Harper's potty training . . . neverending human needs!!)