Before Christmas my kids kept seeing so many toy commercials that would interrupt their cartoons and work hard to grab their attention. Sometimes they would see a cool toy and yell, “Mommy come here, come here before you miss it!” They would then tell me how the toy on screen was one they don’t have, and how they believed somehow their life would benefit greatly, if said toy were to somehow magically appear in our home. Out of all the toy commercials they saw, the commercial they all were most excited about was a commercial for Snackeez!
My kids are currently 3, 5, and 7, and they were hyped about a cup! My middle son who loves to explain everything, kept telling us how convenient the Snackeez would be, and how it would add to our lives to be able to sip and snack out of the same device. Fast forward, Christmas Day……They received their Snackeez! The look on their faces and the excitement in their screams made that one small purchase worth it. That little thing meant so much to my kids, and to see how happy it made them, meant so much to me.
The other day my husband had to return to the office for work. A few days before he had to go, he told me about it, and he looked so worried to tell me; because he knew of my previous reactions to news about him having to go anywhere during Covid that was not the grocery store! My reaction this time…..was no different. Mama was not happy! I may have said some words about people I had to repent for later…just saying. The night before hubby had to go into the office, he found out the decision was finalized and he sure nuff had to go. I was still having a rough time with it. My mind was racing and so filled with what ifs and whys.
Well, that morning came and hubby got all dressed up for work and packed his work bag and was headed out the door. The kids were surprisingly still asleep and now I was in my kitchen, early morning, in a completely silent home. The night before, I cried out to God and asked Him one simple request, “No matter what must happen, please give me peace and be with me”. As I stood in my kitchen looking out the window at the beautiful morning sky, and the way the leaves on the trees perfectly seemed to be waving to a rhythm, I felt complete peace. It was peace that felt so good, all I could do was start smiling.
My smiles ended up shifting to my hands raised and tears rolling down my face. I became so over joyed that a moment I thought would be so hard, God had given me peace to make it through. He had answered my prayer from the night before. My prayer wasn’t long or eloquent, in fact, I was struggling to pray, because I was experiencing so many emotions. What little strength I had left, I decided to be straight up with God, and tell Him, I need help.
After I gave God praise, I decided to go and pray to give Him more thanks. While sitting there I realized that it’s the little things God does that makes the biggest impact on my heart. I have countless stories of how something seemingly so small in the grand scheme of things, could mean so much to me; and the fact that God shows that the little things I care about, He cares about; means the world to me!
I used to work at a community college in the admissions office back in NC. I had been out of work for a little while and was so grateful for the opportunity. Prior to getting the job, I would always start my days and end my days in our upstairs prayer closet. I was a homemaker with nothing but time in the morning. Once I got the job, my morning routine had to change. God had been so good to me and I decided one night that no matter how much or how little time I had in the morning before work, I would go up those steps, get on my knees, and pray.
Some mornings I would be running late, and as I would get ready to open the garage door in a rush to get to the car, I would hear that still small voice say, “No matter how much, or how little”. I had many 2 minute prayer days, but every time, every single time, God would show up. I would feel His peace, and He would redeem the time. I promise you, I would go to pray knowing I had 5min to get to work, and somehow, I would make it right on time, or my boss wouldn’t be there so I could slide in lol. I couldn’t understand how it could be 7:30am, and after I kneeled in prayer for a while, it would be 7:32am when I arrived at work!
I said all that to say, it’s the little things. The little decision I made to give God time no matter how much or how little, He honored it. He moved on my behalf. He has shown me, that the little things is where He moves greatly. The little moments with my children, I feel His love. The little circumstances that pop up, He’ll be right there to see me through. It is the little steps I take trying, just trying, and He’ll make big moves just for little ol’ me. Today I feel so blessed for every little moment in time where God paused life around me to make me know He is near. Today, think back on a moment that was seemingly small, that had a beautifully grand impact on your heart, and simply tell God: Thank you, Thank you Lord for the little things.