Attention to Detail

I was sitting on my deck this morning and noticed a tiny, single strand of spider's webbing flowing precariously between a glass on the table and a chair about 4 feet away.  I watched it for a while as the sun's rays glinted off it.  I thought it looked so fragile.  And then I noticed a tiny spider making its way along its length, and how it was so fearless in its daredevil journey!

Then my thoughts went to God and His amazing attention to detail.  All the little things I noticed about the spider and its web began to paint a picture in my mind of how nothing escapes God's gaze.  But even more than that--of how God took the time to create the myriad of nuances that so often fly under our radar.

If God takes the time to be concerned about these details is it possible that He is also concerned about the details of our lives?

It is so easy for us to get caught up in whatever challenge is facing us at the moment because it is just so real and present.  Our ability to retain perspective is difficult for us, and even when someone tells us to try and see the big picture, our reality, or at least how we are interpreting our reality at that moment often overwhelms us.  Well, instead of us trying to see the big picture, maybe it's OK for us to sometimes remember our God who is also concerned about the details, even the ones that are happening to us right now.

Matthew 10: 30-31 says this: "Even the very hairs of your head are all numbered.  So don't be afraid. . ."

God has numbered the hairs on your head!  We don't even know this number!  God wants us to know that He is mindful of the details, the specific challenges in our lives and that He will lead us through.  Don't be afraid--rely on the One who is able and willing to know exactly the route for you to take through the valley you are in. He knows it is a big deal for you, and He also wants you to know that He cares and is paying attention.

The question is:  will you trust Him?

I don't know if that spider has the ability to acknowledge his precarious position flying around on that single strand of webbing--but it reminds me of how I can feel so anchorless and tossed around as I wrestle with life.

And God says to me: "I see you.  I know.  Don't be afraid."

In the face of your current wrestling--I invite you to say right back to God: "Thank you that you see me.  Thank you that you know what's going on.  Thank you that my fear is taken care of as you take care of me."

Enjoy the ride. . .

BT