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God Cares About The Details


When I saw girls walking around with purses made out of soldiers uniforms, I knew I had to have one.  I discovered a site that made surviving spouses a bag for free – all you had to do is send in your husband’s uniform.  Done.  I sent in Doug’s uniform as soon as I could.   This got me thinking: what else can I do with Doug’s uniforms?  I thought about a friend of mine who sells handbags.    I wondered if she would be able to do a few other bags for me.  Of course, she agreed.

But I still had more uniforms.

I knew a quilt would be just the thing I needed to preserve more of Doug’s uniforms, but I didn’t know anyone who quilted, and I knew hiring it out might cost a small fortune.

This is where the story begins.

Monica, one of my BFF’s, had a horrible experience when she was a teenager.  Ryan, her best girl friend, was killed in a car wreck.  Devastating does not even come close to describing this experience.  But Ryan’s mother Mary has always stayed close to Monica.  Mary is actually like Monica’s “second mother.”  So one day last summer Mary comes to visit.  It was right when I was getting the bags made.  I was fairly excited about my new-found idea and was telling Monica and Mary how giddy I was to see the first one finished.  Then I said I was thinking about getting a quilt made too, I just didn’t know how to go about doing it.  Mary listens attentively and then comments, “That is a great idea.  I still have Ryan’s clothes.  I just never thought of making them into a quilt.”  I encouraged her to do so because what I had done so far with Doug’s clothes (see this post) had really helped me.  Instead of keeping his clothes in a drawer where I would never see them, I was using them.  It made me feel good and made me feel well – him.

I didn’t think anything else of it, but when Mary left Georgia and went back home to Arizona, she hadn’t forgotten.  I get a Facebook message a few days after she arrives home:  “Nic, two ladies at my work would love to make you a quilt out of Doug’s uniforms…free of charge. We could have Monica’s mother-in-law do the backing. They would send you patterns to chose from if you’d like. Just let me know what you decide. Mary”

These ladies had offered to make a quilt out of Ryan’s clothes too.  Unbelievable.  You can’t tell me that’s not Daddy working behind the scenes.  Through a series of unbelievable coincidences, 3 women in Arizona heard about me and volunteered to make not one quilt – but two – one for me and one for Dak.  Don’t tell me God doesn’t care about the details of your life.  He does.  I mean, He REALLY does.

I just want to pause here to say thank you to those ladies, Mary, and well, Monica for just being at the right place at the right time.  When I received the finished quilts I was amazed.  They are the most beautiful, well-made quilts I have ever seen.  I love them.  Dak loves them.  And these are something we are going to be able to keep and cherish for a lifetime.

Now, for everyone else reading this blog, that is struggling with something that you feel “insignificant” to pray about – pray anyway.  You see, sometimes we feel we have to bring only big problems to the Lord – not so.  Daddy cares about the details in your life, and He cares about the details of mine.  He cares if we are depressed.  He cares if we are anxious.  He cares if our friend hurts us.  He cares if our job is junk.  He cares.

Give Him a chance to hear what you feel isn’t worthy of His time, and I can guarantee He just may surprise you.  One story in scripture stands of to me when I start talking about feelings of “insignificance.”

It is a story of a woman, with an issue of blood, for twelve years.

She didn’t feel worthy of Jesus’ time.  She didn’t feel important enough to fall at Jesus’ feet.  She didn’t think she was worth much at all – much less Jesus’ attention.

So instead of talking to Jesus, she just presses through the crowd.  She thinks: “If I only touch his garment, I will get well.” (Matt. 9:21)

If only.  If only.  If only.

Can you imagine this woman pushing though the throng, trying to get close to the Master, and thinking: I just have to touch his clothes!

And she did.

And she was healed.

And Jesus turned around and said.  “Who touched me?” (Luke 8:45)

The question was ludicrous.  Jesus was walking through a throng.  Hundreds of people had touched Him.

Jesus could have ignored this “touch.”  He could have walked on and never looked back.

But you see, to Jesus, no one is insignificant.  Not even this woman.

His eyes scanned the crowd.  And the woman came trembling – she knew she was healed.  She knew.

And she fell at his feet.

Nothing is insignificant to Jesus.

Jesus tells her her faith has healed her.  And by singling her out, He tells her, “You are not insignificant.”  Neither was her problem.

Neither is yours.

Tell him.

nic

 


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