Little stumbles, big stumbles

Excerpt from our devotional: GOD KNEW THERE WOULD BE A TODAY

Authors: Jean James, Mary James (Mean Mary), and Frank James

Available at:     Mean Mary's store         and at      Amazon (Kindle)
 

November 5 
Little stumbles, big stumbles 
Luke 12: 6-7 

Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings, 
and not one of them is forgotten before God? 
But even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. 
Fear not therefore: ye are of more value than many sparrows.

The cold, windy day didn’t invite dawdling, so I hurried to bring an armload of firewood into the house. Everyone else was enjoying the inside warmth and the food I had prepared for this special day. I would be inside too, if I hadn’t slipped on the third step of our porch and landed flat on my back on the ground amidst my scattered firewood.

Like always, no one saw the mishap. No one would believe how hard I landed or how much it hurt. No blood dripped down my head to make it look more dramatic. Those insiders probably wouldn’t hear me if I hollered in pain—but I wouldn’t. I always saved that type of response for broken bones and bill-paying time. Now I could only go inside and relate the incident—my moment gone.

Although the ground’s chill crept through my back, I still watched the door expectantly, too absorbed to look up. When I finally gazed skyward, I realized that a sympathetic, loving audience watched. He had seen my fall, knew exactly how I felt, and I didn’t need to rehash any of it for Him.

I realized then that if He sees all our little incidents, He certainly sees our big stumbles and major hurts—and He understands. Even if friends or relatives know of our troubles, they don’t really know how we feel, not the way God knows. I felt comforted as I thought of other incidents in my life that He, no doubt, watched over. 
In spite of my new understanding, my carnal nature told me to wait another minute, that someone might open the door. 

Now would be a good time, Lord.

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