God Cares

Today is the day that the Lord has made, for better or for worse. And yesterday, it started out worse. I realized that I had left a bag of equipment and books and notes, things I had accumulated for my massage practice over the last couple of months, in the Bay Area after driving home from a class. Initially, I panicked. The class had taken place in a community center, and there would be no recovering lost items. The $100 worth of stuff I had invested in was likely long gone. And I was irked. To say the least. A few tears were shed, in frustration more than anything. I felt bad about crying. Why was I crying? I knew everything in that bag was just stuff. A Harper Lee book I'd purchased in Monterey is not irreplaceable. The several sets of sheets I needed to do my work were not too costly that I could go out and buy a few more. So why shed tears over this stuff that was really not that important, and in the long run, losing it wouldn't be detremental to my life. I thought of the people all over whose family members have died, who are in war torn countries, who are trafficked, who are abused, who are starving. Who am I to shed tears over a bag of misplaced stuff. But I did. And even as I thought about these things, I did, and I made note of my attitude, disliked it, but still pouted in my loss.
I told people, and prayers were said. I was thankful for the prayers, but didn't feel like praying myself. I wanted to keep this time of grouchiness and just be frustrated. This made me feel even more convicted, of course. At last, I gave in, and prayed to my Father, that my stuff would somehow return to me. I felt bad bringing this to God. The Maker of the universe, and so many people praying to him for so many needs. What is my humble want to Him?
Very soon after I actually humbled myself enough to sit down and just talk to God, asking Him to give me peace rather than unnecessary frustration, I heard from a friend that everything I lost was with her, and how would I like her to get it back to me? God is so GOOD! And I was ecstatic! Seriously, why hadn't I just brought my worries to God sooner? Why did I wait, feeling so foolish about this prayer that wasn't anything world changing of full of healing power? But it was from me, to Him, and He heard, and He answered. To God, I think, the size or importance of the prayer doesn't matter as much as the fact that we bring whatever it is to Him. He wants us to trust Him. He desires for us to fall into His arms in the midst of our troubles, no matter what they might be. He isn't too busy for us, but just the opposite. He wait on the edge of His throne, for us to finally cry out that we need His help, be it an issue large or small, and He comes.