Those “Little “ Things

 

 

Little things…little, everyday things.  Have you ever considered how much power there is in those little day-to-day things to either make or break you?  I have been thinking about that lately.

 

A few weeks ago I received notice from my insurance agency that the company I had my car insurance with had decided that I had had too many claims, so they were raising my deductible to an amount that would be totally unreasonable for me.  (In my defense, both of the deer hit me, I did not hit them, and I would have thrown myself over my car to protect it from the hail if I had known where those baseball-sized chunks of ice were going to fall!)  It’s not that I have to stick with that company but I had been very satisfied with it, and what a hassle!  That very same week I received another letter from my health insurance company letting me know that the doctor I found just over a year ago…the one who has helped me so much with the T1D…who is so kind and makes me feel so at ease…was no longer a preferred provider, and I might want to look for someone else within their network.  Well, no, I don’t want to look for someone else.  I am the healthiest I have been in the past ten years, why would I want to look for someone else?  But what is one to do?  I am not able to afford out-of-network providers for basic healthcare.

These things just seemed so defeating to me.  Insurance is not really my forte the way it is…I like to read poetry, not legal jargon about what rights I do and do not have, or what is covered and what is not.  (Mentioning this, I have a sister who is the compliance officer at a bank, so she is looking at legalese all day long and she loves it…isn’t genetics just the funniest thing!  J)

 

This is not the first time in my life I’ve felt utterly derailed by such things.  Every time the basement drain backs up, or when the dollars in my checking account don’t stretch as far as I thought they would, or when someone I long to talk to says they’ll call, and they don’t…derailed, derailed, derailed.  When I’m excited to give a gift and the recipient doesn’t seem to appreciate it…derailed.  When that appliance I’ve had for thirty years refuses resurrection and I am forced to pull together funds for a new one (never at an opportune time, or so it seems)…derailed.  Even something as small as having plans to accomplish some task at work and having the day go totally awry, and I am left derailed.

 

What is it about these small things?  And have you ever noticed how they come in clusters…like those insurance letters?  One here or there, well that would be manageable, but it seems they never come like that.  Last winter I found myself in a situation that makes my point.  My basement drain was giving me fits, and doing a single load of laundry could flood an area that reaches right to the steps that lead down into the basement itself…so there is no way down without facing a virtual pond of water.  At the same time, my relatively new stove (the thirty-year-old one had baked it’s last cake a couple of years before) decided that one of it’s burners should stay on (and on high) all the time…and I do mean all the time…whether the switch was turned off or on, that burner was running on high.  I could have heated the kitchen with it!  So, I had to turn the stove off by flipping the breaker switch in the basement…on the other side of that pond of water.  I like my steel-cut oats in the morning, and I cook them on the stove, so that meant running down into the basement, leaping over a pond of water, wiggling through the narrow path to the breaker box, flipping on the stove breaker, squeezing back through that irritating path, leaping back over the water, running up the steps to spend twenty minutes cooking my breakfast, so I could do that all over again to flip the breaker switch back off.  If you’re not laughing, you should be – would it help to know I was doing this in my bathrobe and tennis shoes!?  Really, as if it wasn’t enough that I needed to get someone out to clear the drain, and someone else to fix the stove, having to squeeze through stacks of boxes that reminded me how badly the basement needed to be cleaned and organized nearly put me over the edge.  Do you know what I am talking about?

I have gone through some big things in life and always I felt like I had the strength I needed in those times…a supernatural strength to be sure.  Maybe that’s because when you run into something a lot bigger than you are, all you can do is trust, because you know perfectly well that what you are facing is too great for you to get through alone.  So, you call on Jesus, and friends and family gather round, and they call on Jesus for you…and you do get through, even if you are scraped up in the end…you heal and you look back and you see how God stepped up and stepped in and you are encouraged.  But needing to change car insurance carriers, getting a stove repaired, or calling a plumber…these are not big things…so I don’t respond with faith, I respond with frustration.  I start by complaining to anyone who will listen, and then I put off the inevitable phone call or task until I have worried myself silly over it.  What is up with that?  I have a sneaking suspicion that every time I do that God is looking on, patiently waiting for me to talk things over with Him first, telling Him my frustrations and asking for the help I need…and believing that He will provide!!!  Do we think we are just bothering God when we tell Him about the little things we need, about our little cares, about our small, personal frustrations?  Do we think that it’s faithful to turn to God for help in the face of a big blaze, but that He’s not concerned when we are exhausting ourselves, running around in circles tamping out those pesky hot spots that flare up with exasperating regularity?  Our God is a God of all things…large and small.  When we know Him by the name Jehovah-Jireh, we know Him as “The Lord Who Will Provide.”  There are no stipulations…nowhere does it say that He will provide for some things and not for others…for big things but not for small ones.  I am the one who makes that assumption, even if it’s not in a clearly thought-out way.  I do it by default.

 

Since I am pretty sure (after more than a half century of life), these little fires will just keep popping up, I need to find a way to be more intentional about how I handle them.  I am a slow learner, but it is finally sinking in that my Bible is an inexhaustible source at times like these.  I need to arm myself with truth so I don’t continue to believe something that doesn’t fit with what God tells me.  Consider these things…

Psalm 145 is a treasure trove of understanding and reassurance on this subject of trusting, believing and asking.  The whole thing is worth memorizing, but here are verses 8-10 and 14-20:

 

“The LORD is gracious and compassionate,

slow to anger and rich in love.

The LORD is good to all;

He has compassion on all He has made.

All You have made will praise You, O LORD;

Your saints will extol You.

They will tell of the glory of Your kingdom

and speak of Your might…

 

The LORD is faithful to all His promises

and loving to all He has made.

The LORD upholds all those who fall

and lifts up all who are bowed down.

The eyes of all look to You,

and You give them their food at the proper time.

In the Lord’s Prayer, Jesus prayed, “Give us this day our daily bread.”  (Luke 11:3)  He asked for something small in the bigger picture, the day’s food.  If Jesus was teaching His disciples to ask for small, daily things, I’m pretty sure He wants me to do the same.  And while Peter, James, and John didn’t have to deal with car insurance (or in their case, boat insurance), it is one of my regular needs.  So I need to ask.

You open up Your hand

and satisfy the desires of every living thing.

 

The LORD is righteous in all His ways

and loving toward all He has made.

The LORD is near to all who call on Him

to all who call on Him in truth.

He fulfills the desires of those who fear Him;

He hears their cry and saves them.

The LORD watches over all who love Him,

but all the wicked He will destroy.”

 

Notice that it says God will provide, that He is compassionate, listening for our cry, that He is mighty and able.  Notice that it does not say that He is picking and choosing what He thinks is worthy of His attention, but that He watches over us, that He satisfies the desire of every living thing, and that He is faithful.  I am especially glad to read that He upholds me when I fall and lifts me up when I am crushed under with little worries of all kinds.

 

The LORD is righteous in all His ways

and loving toward all He has made.

The LORD is near to all who call on Him

to all who call on Him in truth.

He fulfills the desires of those who fear Him;

He hears their cry and saves them.

The LORD watches over all who love Him,

but all the wicked He will destroy.”

 

Notice that it says God will provide, that He is compassionate, listening for our cry, that He is mighty and able.  Notice that it does not say that He is picking and choosing what He thinks is worthy of His attention, but that He watches over us, that He satisfies the desire of every living thing, and that He is faithful.  I am especially glad to read that He upholds me when I fall and lifts me up when I am crushed under with little worries of all kinds.

 

These are just two examples out of many…but you get the idea.  Notice just one more thing in Psalm 145…the verses that say that God’s saints will extol Him and tell others of His glorious kingdom and His mighty acts.  Take that to heart.  Work at telling Jesus your troubles, and others the way Jesus came through for you in the midst of them.  I think that might just do wonders for my attitude, and my willingness to run to Jesus first so I have something fantastic to share later…and I have no doubt whatsoever, that Jesus would be totally delighted to have me come to Him in my need…whatever size it is…before I whine and complain about it.  (Think of it this way…when your child comes to you and asks you for something in a sweet and honest way, you are a lot more sympathetic to the request than if your child throws themself across the sofa and whines for it before they even think of asking sweetly.)

 

By the way, I got that car insurance taken care of via an insurance agent that really went the extra mile for me.  She made it as painless as it could possibly be.  And that letter from about my doctor?  When I finally worked up the nerve to call her and inquire about what I should do, I found out that it had been an error with the health insurance company receiving the necessary contract.  As soon as the doctor found out that the contract had not been received, even though it had been sent, the problem was fixed.  So I worried needlessly…Jesus had taken care of that problem almost before I realized I had it.

His glorious kingdom and His mighty acts.  Take that to heart.  Work at telling Jesus your troubles, and others the way Jesus came through for you in the midst of them.  I think that might just do wonders for my attitude, and my willingness to run to Jesus first so I have something fantastic to share later…and I have no doubt whatsoever, that Jesus would be totally delighted to have me come to Him in my need…whatever size it is…before I whine and complain about it.  (Think of it this way…when your child comes to you and asks you for something in a sweet and honest way, you are a lot more sympathetic to the request than if your child throws themself across the sofa and whines for it before they even think of asking sweetly.)

 

By the way, I got that car insurance taken care of via an insurance agent that really went the extra mile for me.  She made it as painless as it could possibly be.  And that letter from about my doctor?  When I finally worked up the nerve to call her and inquire about what I should do, I found out that it had been an error with the health insurance company receiving the necessary contract.  As soon as the doctor found out that the contract had not been received, even though it had been sent, the problem was fixed.  So I worried needlessly…Jesus had taken care of that problem almost before I realized I had it.  Humbled at God’s grace, and embarrassed by my lack of faith – again – I am going to be working on remembering that there really are no small things to our Great God…because I am not a small thing to Him (and neither are you).  He gave all that He had, the very best in Jesus, to redeem us so we know we are of infinite value to Him, and the things that make up our days matter to Him…all of them…even our little, everyday things.  J  Thank you, Jesus!

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