The Little Things

I am ever amazed at how God is a God of big and little things. He knows our little things that get us down and he cares. I think some of the most powerful and revealing passages of scripture is of when Lazarus dies and Jesus meets Mary and Martha on the road and he cries. God cares. God feels. This brings me to what happened to me today. It’s not that big of a deal to anybody else but to me today has been a big deal.
I’ve been feeling….lonely and like I am not doing anything with my time. It’s no that I don’t have friends, they just all work. And I can’t spend all my time with English speaking people. So I have been moping around the house and sitting on my behind every day. Very productive. I came up with every excuse not to go outside, other than to the gym or grocery store. I am the queen of excuses. But today…today was different. I got up and had my quiet time (how quiet can it be with horns blowing and dogs barking). I told God I just don’t know what to do. So any way, I went to pick up my contacts at the eye doctor (YEAH!! no more glasses!!) and when I got back I ran into a little old lady who lives on the first floor of my building. We chatted as we walked to our stairs and she asked me in for coffee. Luckily, I had the sense to say yes. So, me and this lady talked for about a half and hour. She told me to come back whenever I wanted as long as it was after 3 because that is usually when she is home. She was patient and kind and although I didn’t understand everything I felt comfortable and welcomed.
This is such a little thing but it made my day. As did the somewhat understanding at the eye doctor. Who knew that talking to a little Italian grandmother would bring me such happiness. It has lifted my spirits. I thank God for giving me the desire to say yes when invited for a coffee. He truly does care about our little things that make us sad or depressed or like we have nothing to do.

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