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God is in the small things

Warning: cheesy post. Like the kind of story you hear on the radio and it annoys you a little bit? But sometimes God uses the cheese to teach you a point! :)

(Note - I wrote this post - like actually WROTE on paper while I was on vacation with no computer access and I'm not changing my timing words!)

This morning I got up at 5am to watch the sunrise and find shells along the ocean closer to low tide. We got there and 1) it was cloudy. 2) I couldn't find what I was looking for - a large shell, preferably with purple on/in it and 3) it was too bloody early!

And then all of a sudden, I felt like God said, "Betsy, stop and look down." And do you know what I saw? Tiny, perfect, immaculate, beautiful - WHOLE shells - and tiny stones. Tons of them. Somehow, to me, their amazingness (that's not a word, but it should be!) in their tininess was more miraculous than if I had found a huge shell that met my purple requirement :)

tiny shells as far as the eye could see


How did God manage such beauty and perfection in such a small thing? 


penny for perspective :)

He usually does though, doesn't He?

We always want the big thing. Better job. More money. Bigger house. The love of our life. More stuff. Bigger stuff. Perfect children. Perfect family.

But God answers prayers in the form of little things we we usually step right over or pay no attention to. Waking up in the morning. A good night's sleep. A hug. A full stomach. Enough to provide what we need...regardless of what we want. One good friend. A wildflower. New hope.

God is everywhere. In everything. Today I feel like He is perhaps somehow MORE in the little things, just waiting to be seen.

Take a microscopic look at your life. You WILL find Him :)

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