Then they remembered that God was their rock, that God Most High was their redeemer. (Psalm 78:35)
And when Christ, who is your life, is revealed to the whole world, you will share in all his glory. (Colossians 3:4)
Relate: I have glitter on my hands. I can’t get it off. Since it is on my hands, I am sure that as soon as I look in a mirror, I will see how much of it is on my face. It all came from one little finger touching something glittery. I swear the stuff multiplies whenever I’m not looking. Glitter breeds more glitter worse than rabbits. It takes a good week of showers to get the stuff out of my hair. That is true, even though I’m bald. I don’t know how girls endure it. This stuff just annoys me.
Speaking of being annoyed, getting sick annoys me. Getting papercuts annoy me. I could break my leg and just shrug it off. I could literally poke out an eyeball and think it is cool because now I have an excuse to “arrrgggghhhh” whenever I want. But if I come down with the sniffles, I am the biggest baby. If someone were to accidentally shoot me, I’d probably just staunch the bleeding and then apologize for getting in the way of their bullet. But if I stub my toe, the words that come out of my mouth… God forgive me.
React: God doesn’t just want to be Lord over the big things in our life. When death is staring us right in the face, it is easy to cry out to Him. When we have taken a leap of faith that is now making us wonder if we will soon be declaring bankruptcy, it is easy to trust Him. We don’t have any other choice.
What about those small things? Does God get the glory in my life in how I handle a cold? When I stub a toe or get a papercut, is it Jesus bleeding out of my reaction? When I am desperately trying to get this stinking glitter off my hands and out of my clothes… my clothes? How on earth did I get so much glitter on my collar? Do my thoughts and actions even in little things like this demonstrate to others that I am a representative of Jesus. He is faithful in all things big and small. Am I becoming more like Him?
God, let me praise You through the paper cuts. Let me hear You through the headaches. Let the weight of Your glory be very real even when the hammer misses its target. When I’m sick, when I’m tired, when I’m hurt, help me to look to You. In the little things, in the annoyances of this life, as I am groaning along with the rest of creation for a better world, let Your glory be revealed to me and through me.