Sweet Little Things

Can I share a sweet story with you? I was cleaning up and moving things around in the house the other day. You know, I am sure many of you do it too, taking things you already have and moving them around a bit to freshen things up. I cleaned my kitchen window sill and carefully put a couple of vases on it. These vases are special to me. They are both vintage McCoy pottery pieces, probably not worth much, but very special to me. One had belonged to my MawMaw and when she gave it to me she told me it was a wedding present. It is  a beautiful shade of aqua blue, one of my favorite colors. Every time I see it a familiar picture of my Maw Maw and Paw Paw on their wedding day comes to mind and I smile.  The other vase is a light yellow color and belonged to my Mom. She probably found it while strolling the aisles of a flea market, one of our shared pleasures. Every time I see this vase I remember treasured moments of life with my Mom, and smile though I miss her terribly. As I placed these vases on the window sill I remembered a pink McCoy flower pot that I had owned several years ago, but had broken beyond repair and long ago been thrown out. I thought to myself how pretty it would have  looked on the window sill with my two vases, the three colors would be so pretty together. I filed the thought in the back of my mind and decided I would be on the look out for another little pink McCoy pot and continued my chores for the day. 

A day or so later I was walking with my little grandson when he saw our neighbor and darted for her yard. Having met her a few days before and riding on her golf cart, he adored her so we had to stop for a visit.  After chatting for a few minutes she said she had been cleaning out her she shed and wondered if I might like to help myself to what she had gathered together to discard. Now if you know me, you are probably screaming right now for me to STOP! I know, I know, I do not need another project or item brought in to my house. I am supposed to be cleaning and purging, right? But curiosity always get the best of me and I had to take a look. As I looked into one of the boxes I noticed it. Then she pulled it out and said look at this, you may want this, its old. There it was, a sweet little pink McCoy flower pot. Not exactly the same one but it didn't matter, my heart knew who this was from. It was a sweet gift from Jesus. No coincidence, it was an intentional moment planned by my Jesus.

I wish I had immediately shared this with my neighbor, but I took time to savor it and really let it sink in. I have been thinking about it ever since. How something so small, just a thought about a little flower pot, was materialized by my Heavenly Father. I didn't really need that little pot. In the scheme of things it doesn't seem that important, after all won't all our material things rust, decay, and fade away? But what I did need was to be made aware of the fact that my Lord cares about all the little things in my life. He absolutely adores me, He darts toward me, He gives me good gifts. He feels this same way about you! He loves you, He darts toward you, He gives you good gifts, He wants to linger with you. So let's seek out His presence in all the little things.  

Psalm 139 says the Lord is with us always, always present. He knows our words before they are on our tongue. He knows our thoughts. He knows our dreams and our deepest desires. He even knows the little things that we think about.  Take time to read this Psalm and ask the Lord to search you and lead you in His way. Then rest in His presence and bask in the light of His love for you, 

My prayer for you is that you have eyes to see and ears to hear our Lord in every little seemingly ordinary moment of your day. He is all over it, and in every moment, just look and see. 

Love,

Ally