Capturing life's moments as they fly by

I don't really know why I have started another blog. I did one when I first went to college. Then I started a little one when I first got married... I blogged for maybe 3 posts. Who would really read what I have to say anyway? What do I have to say? I mean... not to get overly Eeyore on everybody. I'm just saying, isn't there enough emotional vomit on the internet these days? Especially my generation. We just want to be known... and wanted... and loved for who we are... or who we put ourselves out there to be. I guess... I guess I just want to let everybody out there who will read this to know... to KNOW that there is a God out there who loves you. Good grief... if He loves ME... He is BIG enough to love you.

I've been thinking about a couple of things lately. You know... those thoughts that seem to pop into your head at weird times in the day like a snickers commercial in the middle of Biggest Loser... woah, didn't see that one coming.

My thought is this: How BIG do I think my God is? I know that he fashioned the stars and the moons but I can't fathom his hands weaving my life-story. I know that God sent his only Son into this world and that he had the power to raise him from the dead. But I often don't think he's big enough to handle my everyday stuff. My mom was healed of cancer nearly 20 years ago... but I can't trust him with my daily grind. I'll be honest... I sometimes get frustrated over the little things, angry about things that don't matter, feel overwhelmed by expectations, unnoticed by my co-workers, and under-appreciated by my family. (Am I the only one?) There are days that I don't know how I made it through alive. But I just got smacked with the idea that there is a mighty army of believers undergirding my life with powerful prayers... my mother, my father, my husband, my grandmother (who died when I was 2 but I know without a doubt God heard her faithful prayers for her family and they still have muscle today). Is it possible that my realization of the mightiness of God is limited by the size of my prayers? I can pray for world peace. I can pray for and end to poverty. But can I believe that I can have peace in the everyday bustle of life?

All of the godly unseen, uncovered things I do throughout the day are still vital for the advancement of God's kingdom. See the little things are now not so little. They matter to God. God noticed and gave credit to those who just lived in Jerusalem (Nehemiah 11... look it up... it gets boring but the lesson is there... "insignificant tasks" are significant to God). So now a stay-at-home-mommy can have confidence that washing a million bottles and changing 123523 too many poopy diapers does matter to God... because it isn't about her functions but her faithfulness. A tax accountant can take heart that plugging numbers all day is meaningful to God... because it isn't all about the mundane tasks; it's about the faithfulness to show up to work with joy in the heart. A school counselor can have peace that her endless pile of paperwork is worth it because giving love to the children under her influence is how they will experience God. "Whatever you do (changing diapers, pushing pills, filling out paperwork, making a spreadsheet, cleaning a toilet, making coffee for your co-workers, visiting family, planning a baby shower...) work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men." (Colossians 3:23). See? It matters.

I may never be remembered for what I look like, what job I had, what accomplishments I earned, what function I served. But I pray that the mark I leave looks a lot like God's fingerprint on the hearts and minds of those in my world. It's not for me... It's all for Him.