It is so hard to trust God with the little things. Often, those are the things that are easiest to control (or so we may think). But recently, it’s been so evident to me that trusting God and being thankful for the smallest of things is so important.
Obvious, you may say.
But for me, a “type A” control-freak, being able to see Him work in the smallest of small, asking Him to be there and take control instead of me, and then being thankful for all of it is so desperately huge in my life.
When it comes to joy, joy that comes from a life filled with Christ, I am still so spiritually immature. I let my emotions get the better of me more often than not. When this happens, I forget the joy and peace that I have in Christ. When I get distracted, I begin seeing the temporary bad instead of the eternal good.
I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but lately there’s been a thankful fad or grateful fad going around. Everyone is doing “30 days of gratefulness” or “attitude of gratitude” or “365 days of thankfulness” … something like that. Well, one day, I came across a little quote, one of those pretty pictures on Pinterest with inspiring words you just have to pin. It said something along the lines of, what if all you had tomorrow was what you thanked God for today?
For some reason that really slapped me in the face.
I’m not really what you’d call a long-winded pray-er. Most of the time I talk to God all throughout the day, but with just a few sentences each time. Just a, “I’m so stressed out God, please help,” or, “I don’t know what to do, God. How am I going to get through this?” Sometimes it’s for specific people or if I see an ambulance drive by. Sometimes it’s a praise, most of the time it’s probably a doubt.
But as I got to thinking about this thankfulness aspect of my life, I saw I fell extremely short. Most of the time, I’m just selfish, not even noticing I feel entitled to what I have throughout the day.
Sometimes, if one little thing goes wrong, I write the day off as a loss. If my car doesn’t start, one of my friends hurts me, my husband says the wrong thing, or I have a client who’s rude, I just chalk that day up to Satan’s attacks and sometimes blame God for not being there or not watching out for me.
Ugh. Just thinking about it disgusts me.
I can be so self-centered. So self-serving. So selfish.
I am so consumed with the tiniest of details that go awry that I just forget God is there. I forget that He loves me intently and sees all those small details that drive me crazy, and He is still working through them and in me. I quickly forget I have an eternal joy, and that even when something in this life goes wrong, God has already won the war for eternity.
It’s hard to fight selfishness. It’s hard to fight entitlement. Satan uses these easily to distract us from God. But as I replayed the thought of only having today what I thanked God for yesterday in my mind, it made me realize the importance of all those small things. He’s a part of them all. The bad hair days and the I-feel-fat-days, the I-don’t-feel-good-enough days and the I-may-not make-it-today days, the screw ups and let downs. He’s there. He never leaves. And if I would just give Him all of my littles, they would become something so much bigger. A life not hindered by emotion, but empowered by faith.