Tending to the Small Things

"It is possible that God says every morning, “Do it again” to the sun; and every evening, “Do it again” to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them." -G.K Chesterton

I'm discovering that God tends to the small things.

In my impatient passion I want to see God move in the big. I want to see him change lives, preform miracles. Meanwhile, while I'm running around pulling at my Father's hem begging him to work here, be here, move there. All the while He is focusing on the daisies.

And in my hurry I miss the beautiful miracle of the daisies. He invites me to sit down and watch as he fashions each one. Just like he fashioned me. Unlike the daisies I am nothing like my fellow species. I am special, unique. Out of the dirt he formed me with his own hands, to make me his own. Choosing me to display some part of his own image.

I want to do big things for the kingdom, and I don't think that's a bad desire. But I'm so busy living in the future of what I COULD do. I miss what I should be doing. I neglect my calling to tend to the present. I want to be thankful for every moment God gives me NOW. Every second is an opportunity. To see God, share God, experience God.

By dismissing that, I dismiss God's power. His sovereignty. My actions scream that I do not believe my God is in control of the world. or that He has the power to redeem every second in my secular life.

So I must sit down with God, and find beauty in the monotony.