Sometimes I live as if it's only the lifechanging, world shattering burdens of my life that I can bring to God; I can feel as though the day to day things don't matter, and that they're to small to lay at His feet.
I can look back over the events of the past two years and see how shattered my world was; I can see the many tears that have fallen, and the brokenness of this mommy-heart. If ever there was a time when I cried out to God, it was then, when I was desperate and hurting and in need of His comfort and care. I needed Him to carry me, day after day after day, and to hold me up so I wouldn't fall. The crisis that rocked our world had me on my knees, crying out to God, begging for mercy and relief, and it would seem that just as I'd try to regain my footing once again, another wave would hit and I'd be on my knees again. But I'm realizing now, that I don't only need God would times are tough and life is hard, but I need Him every second of every day, through every argument I break up between kids, during every battle that often accompanies our school day, for those moments–and there are many–when I just need strength, I need Him. He cares not only about the big things, but He cares about every detail of my life, the big and the small.
** I'm linking up with the lovely and encouraging Lisa Jo today for Five Minute Friday. Today's word prompt was: small.