The Small Stuff

Do you think God cares about the small stuff? I do. Let me tell you a story…

We were living in Broken Arrow, Oklahoma where Andy was a youth minister at First Baptist Church. He was gone on a youth trip—and I was home with four small kids. A friend (with small children) was sick and I’d told her I would bring a meal to them at 5:30. No stress! I was used to doing everything with kids hanging on my legs. 

It was 5:10 and the meal was ready and I was about to 

load kids and food in the car—and began looking for my keys. They were nowhere to be found! I just knew I’d laid them on the coffee table by my purse, but they weren’t there. I asked Matt & Amy (7 & 6-years-old) if they’d seen them and we were all looking. David was three and Zach was one and crawling—fast! Time was ticking…and no keys.  I was about to panic. Anyone I could call for help lived too far away to help me get to my friend’s house on time.  

I sat down and prayed. I said, “God, I know you know where those keys are.  I need help! You know I really want to help this family tonight and I can’t go anywhere without those keys. Please show me where they are.” The thought came into my mind to get on my hands and knees to look. The thief of the keys was small—and crawling.  

I got on my knees and crawled all over the living room and kitchen. Then I noticed the entry coat door was open. I crawled over there. I looked through everything on the floor of that closet. And then I noticed my brown Electrolux canister vacuum was standing up and the hose was detached—and there was a hole gaping just waiting for keys. I hit the button and opened the space for the vacuum bag and heard keys jangling. I tore the bag open and retrieved my keys. 

I can promise I would NEVER have found those keys on my own!! God answered my prayer and showed me how to find them.  

We delivered food right on time.