We got pictures of our house and our "stuff" today. Honestly, I expected more mud and slime. Of course, good clean Gulf of Mexico/Galveston Bay/Ike rain water doesn't make for any less mold and mildew and destruction.
Amazing. Refrigerator tilted over. Piano upended. Wood floors and cabinets warping. Ceiling leaking, Trees split in half and leaning on the roof. And the odd little things that only we would notice: That fridge that's tilted? All the grandchildren pictures held on by those little dollar store magnets are still being held on by those little dollar store magnets - in exactly the same place we left them. The two-liter bottles of soda sitting up on the washing machine just waiting to be opened? They were on the floor across the room. And the two dolls that had been on the floor? Now resting side by side on the bed as if carefully placed there by the hands of a loving child. The trash can in the bathroom> Not so unusual, except that it had been in our kitchen - three rooms away. And my personal favorite: On the floor of that same bathroom, having traveled from my rocking chair in the den, laid out as if waiting - no, posing - for the camera, is the front page of the newspaper, wet, but clearly legible, declaring Ike to be on the way.
Amazing. Such little, seemingly insignificant details are what strike us, what stand out as, well, as amazing. I mean, in the grand, hurricane-ravaged scheme of things, who cares about dolls and trash cans, and wet newspapers? Well ... we do! They're our little, seemingly-insignificant things. But, you know what? God cares about the little things, too. In Job 39:1 He asks, "Do you know when the mountain goats give birth?" How could we know that? And if we could, why would we care? That's the point. God cares - about the devastation and overwhelming task of rebuilding, yes - but God also cares about the little things. So, fellow Ike victims, let's "cast all our cares on him who cares for us" (1 Peter 5:7). Even the little things.
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