How do I accurately describe this past week? Chaos. Complete and utter chaos. I have been finishing up my internship and trying to move out of my apartment in the process. And just in case anyone is wondering, packing and moving has now been placed on the list of my least favorite things.
I can honestly say that the ways in which the Lord has loved me this week have been remarkable, and far beyond, as always, anything that I deserve. I’m thankful for His faithfulness, and the ways that He never fails.
Because as I sat in the middle of all my boxes, belongings, and things that were yet to be packed; panic and doubt were filling my vision and all I could do was sit on the floor and cry. And that still small voice whispered to my heart ever so softly:
“Be still and know that I am God.” -Psalm 46:10
As I searched for a storage unit that was reasonably priced, I was overwhelmed by the dollar amount that was continually thrown my way. After a few phone calls, multiple storage websites, this finally resulted in me asking the Lord if He just didn’t want me to keep all my stuff anymore since I had no where to store it.
I realized how quick I am to make plans, and then question the Lord when my plans fail.
“In their hearts humans plan their course, but the Lord establishes their steps.” -Proverbs 16:9
As I looked ahead to the ever-looming question of “what’s next?” I saw the desperate need for rest. But just as quickly as I did, instantly one thousand questions filled my mind of how, when, and where…to say I was overwhelmed doesn’t even begin to cover it.
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” -Matthew 11:28
As I sit, mostly, on the other side of the chaos of this past week, I’m reminded of how true His promises are. I’m reminded of just how faithful He truly is. Because here’s a few things that are significantly different today than they were a week ago.
Last week: I had no place to store my things. I hadn’t figured out where I was going to stay between moving out and going home…if I was going to be able to go home because I wasn’t sure about being able to get off of work.
Today: My belongings are sitting in the a garage of some very generous people, I’m waking up in a bed that has graciously been extended to me for the week, and I will be heading back to Georgia for two whole weeks very soon because my bosses at Chick-Fil-A are basically the best ever.
He cares about the little things.
I have been reminded of His faithfulness in not only the big things, but the small ones as well. He’s reminded me that He cares about the little things. He cares about the details of my life, and He’s challenged me to trust that no matter how chaotic things may seem, that He’s aware of the big and little things. A sweet friend reminded me in the midst of all this that worry is futile, cause He’s totally got this. ☺
“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?” -Matthew 6:25-26
Pause To Consider…
What are all your “little things” this week? Make a list. Then spend some time thanking your Father in heaven that nothing is too big for Him. Not the big things. Not the little things. And not the little things that add up to be big things.