One of my major joys comes from the fact that our Lord delights in the little things. My wife and I are both creative artists in many fields. One of the reasons the Lord brought us together is to be able to support each other in our creative endeavors. I’ve written several times about that unique way we are made in His image—our creativity. After all, He created it all from nothing, and John 1 makes it clear that Jesus was there at Creation.
He was in the beginning with God. All things were created through Him, and without Him nothing was created that was created. John 1:2-3 MEV
So, to say our King understands creative people rec0gnizes that He must consider our attempts as pretty feeble. Again this week, I was doing a cover for a client. She had a couple of rough ideas. I asked the Lord to help give me a cover she’d love. When you’re designing $100 covers, the ideas must come quickly and be done fast.
I had asked my wife to pray also (as usual). We were talking about what I could do. Pat said, “What about this?” She pointed out a piece she had painted 28 years ago. I looked and an idea popped into my head about how to use portions of it. I quickly made up the cover in a few hours.
It was very different from the ideas she submitted, but the client loved it, as did her editor. My wife was very pleased that she could help this woman who was writing about dealing with child loss (which has been a major event in our lives together). The Lord enabled me to give the client a solution which really pleased her. I could sense that the Lord was delighted to help in this little manner. What a joy it all became!
Our Lord delights in the little things so private they can’t be shared
As I walk and serve Him in my maturity, (like all of us) my wife and I must deal with flesh that no longer works as well as it did when we were in our thirties. My wife can no longer walk, for example, and is confined to a power wheelchair. My last tooth broke off several months ago. I will not share more private issues. But, trust me when I say the Lord delights in the little things— even things seemingly irrelevant.
As an example, we had to build a ramp in front of the house to get Pat out of the house. The ramp covered up some plants, but there was nothing we could do about it. Last spring we were reading about Monarch butterflies—how they have four or five generations every summer but only the last one of the summer is able to migrate and fly to Mexico for the winter. More than that, they require milkweed plants for their reproduction cycle. Interesting, it’s yet another sign of unique creation, shooting down evolution.
Pat wanted to plant some milkweed for them. But then she discovered that they are poisonous to dogs so we couldn’t really plant in the backyard. But one scraggly plant came up in the hole in the middle of our ramp—between the two sections which go up and down on both sides. So, we just prayed the Lord would bless it and give us monarchs.
Over the summer, we had nearly a dozen milkweed plants grow up through various openings around the ramps. Going in and out of the house, Pat and I saw several of the yellow and black striped caterpillars munching on the milkweed. Pat asked the Lord if she could see the chrysalis as a caterpillar transformed into a butterfly.
A month later, under the 2×4 rail in front of where I park her chair while I lock the front door, one of the caterpillars hung a perfect bright green chrysalis exactly where she could look at it closely. Not only was it perfect, but it had many tiny gold dots which glowed. It’s like they were fluorescent. Eventually, Pat looked at the cocoon closely as we came back from an appointment into the front door.
The chrysalis was translucent and even transparent in areas. We could see the black with the white spots of its wing clearly—crammed into this tiny cocoon a half- to three-quarter-inch (centimeter and a half, maybe) in height and three-eighths of an inch or a centimeter in diameter. The next morning I went out to get the mail and a gorgeous Monarch butterfly took off from that area of the rail. It was larger and brighter than any I’ve ever seen. It flew straight and level, as fast a bird, until it disappeared from view—lost in the distance. You can’t tell us that it’s not true that our Lord delights in the little things.
You can ask Him about any little thing you need help with
I’ve never been coordinated very well. At this point, I often cannot thread a nut on a bolt until I ask him to help. But, every day He does several of these little things simply because He can and loves to be able to help us. He even has to help me negotiate those tricky pop-up menus used by Grammarly. The little things He does to enable me to care for my wife are not only precious—they actually enable me to keep her at home where we want her to be. He helps me clean house, wash dishes, cook, and all those things Pat was so good at when she could walk. She keeps a marvelous beautiful home and together we still are—by the grace of God.
The joy is that our minds and spirits have never been so healthy. I’m fond of telling people that “I’ve learned more since I turned 60 than I learned in the first 60 years.” Jesus is refining us, and it’s a joy because the Lord delights in the little things.
We do pray “Maranatha” with increasing fervor as the prophetic clock comes close to striking the time for His Bride to join Him for the wedding supper of the Lamb. We witness much more powerfully now, and God anoints our feeble efforts. Life is good and we’ll have it forever. Alleluia!