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God is in the details.  Hold that thought.

First lady Eleanor Roosevelt (Mrs. FDR) was once asked if she prayed.  “No, not a lot,” she said.  “I don’t bother God—He has too much to look after…He doesn’t like to be tied-up all day with small stuff.”  Say what Eleanor!  Weren’t you limiting God Mrs. Roosevelt?  The God that made you, and the world you live in… “Who is man that I am mindful of him?” God said. 

God is mindful of you and me—He can handle the big stuff in our lives.  He can handle the small stuff as well.  The Bible tells me He knows how many hairs I have on my head…although not as many now.  By the same take He knows I wear a partial plate, and I don’t chew as well without it.  Recently I misplaced it.  A good bit of panic set in.  “Where could I have lost it?  That thing cost a good bit of money…oh my.”  

I tried and tried.  For the life of me I failed to remember where I Could have misplaced it.  To no avail.  I was just about ready to sit down and bawl…when as though a mule kicked me up-side of my head.  God’s mule.  “Why don’t you try the waste basket in the kitchen?”  The small voice—only a thought—came to me in my head.  “I couldn’t have dropped it there—how could I have dropped it in the waste basket?”  I wanted to argue with God—as I am prone to do at times.  I always lose—yet I haven’t yet learned my lesson real good…God always knows best.

Oh well, I got up and went to the waste basket, there on top of brown lettuce leaves, potato peelings, egg shells, and other unpleasing stuff not too appetizing to look at, LAY MY PARTIAL PLATE.  Why was I so dumb?  Why didn’t I go to the main source to begin with?  GOD.

I always take my partial out after eating and clean it.  Many times I eat off of a tray.  After cleaning my partial plate, I not thinking, must have dropped it back on to the tray.  When I emptied my tray the partial went with it evidently.  I learned a lesson here.  Trouble is I’m still learning too many lessons.  We can trust God, in the BIG and LITTLE.  Nothing is too difficult for the ONE who made us.  

Our granddaughter learned a rhyme in Sunday School when they were small: “He (God) made the earth, the moon, and stars; Jupiter, Venus, and Mars.  But He’s still working on me.”  Me too.

Remember, God would not have a bit of trouble chewing gum and riding a bicycle at the SAME TIME…if He wanted to.

Kindest regards…