Lately, I have been working on building my faith. Our family is in the midst of waiting on God for some pretty big moves. We are making a literal move across the country in about a week and we still have a lot to do; it feels like we are going to need an actual miracle in order to pull this off. Because of this, I have been trying to strengthen my faith and my belief by reading scripture and focusing on all the ways that God has shown up for me in the past. He has never once let me down.
Today I was in a pretty bad place when it comes to my faith. I kept questioning God’s timing and whether or not He would come through for me. In the middle of a particularly tough moment my toddler began to get upset about the show he was watching and he asked me to change it. Unfortunately, I could not find the remote. This remote has one spot that is its home, but we have four kids and the remote is tiny, it’s not hard to misplace it.
My seven year old and I began searching for it high and low. We looked under all the couch cushions and under the recliner and in all the toy boxes. I often pray that God will help me when I am looking for something, and He always does. Within seconds of praying I will find the item. Today my faith was so small that I didn’t even want to pray and ask for help; I couldn’t believe that God would want to help me with something so trivial. Ordinarily I believe that there is nothing too big OR too small for God. He loves us deeply and compared to His greatness and glory everything is small, so who are we to decide what is too small for Him? He doesn’t let a sparrow fall with His permission. Eventually I let myself pray a very tiny, very tentative prayer that God would lead me to this remote. I tried to be faithful, but in the back of my mind I was doubtful. I was worried that if I didn’t find this remote after praying, that maybe that meant that He doesn’t care about me after all. I opened my eyes and turned just slightly to the left and I saw the remote under the recliner that we had already looked under. My son was flabbergasted, he said, “I just looked there!”
God shows up in all things. I was afraid that He was going to ignore me or punish my lack of faith and yet, He answered me swiftly and immediately. God shows me daily (honestly, hourly) that He is faithful and that He loves me. I see it in the miracles and blessings that He pours into my life, but I also see it in every found remote or good parking spot. He is the wonderful and beautiful creator of the universe, but He is also our loving parent that cares about all of the aspects of our lives. I pray that anyone reading this will develop the kind of relationship with God in which they can fully believe that He loves them and wants to take care of them. Our Father has numbered the hairs of our heads; He loves you more than you can imagine.