“And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?” –Matthew 6:28-31
I’m guilty of forgetting how much the Creator of the Universe lives in the small and finite places of our hearts. I was gently reminded this week of how God’s love transcends every detail of our lives. It was a Thursday, a beautiful North Carolina blue sky above, a bit of chill in the air and a visit to the park. Just the two of us… a mommy-son play date. As high-energy three-year-olds do, the coat came off within minutes on the playground. I hurriedly placed his coat on a nearby picnic table and left it there. Not a big deal, right? He has other coats. How many moms have done this very thing? Countless, I’m sure. However, losing something whether big or small is never a good feeling. Six days after leaving said coat in the park, I’m confident that it will not be there when I return. To confirm what I already believe is true, I decide to go and see for myself. I drop my son off at preschool and decide to drive by the quaint little park, nestled in the heart of the city. I slowly pull in the parking lot, past the tennis courts. I give a quick glance over to the swings, the slides, the monkey bars and Andrew’s favorite, the rock wall. My mind reflects to that day and I remember watching Andrew come off the slide and dart off, gasp, up the hill of red mud. I hear all mothers let out a resounding sigh! What is it with kids and mud? All the equipment on the playground and he darts to the very thing that fills our backyard. He’s all boy. I race after, trying to catch him before he reaches the hill. This action is likely the reason why I forgot the coat in the first place. My thoughts had been distracted on the mud and not the coat. I admit, my heart is slightly hopeful, but I truly don’t believe Andrew’s coat will be there. Six days have passed and I’m sure many have seen this coat unattended on the table. In anticipation or maybe dread, and before I could place my car in park, I gaze upon the table and I see it. It’s like Christmas morning. I honestly, can’t believe that it’s there. I begin to well up with tears in my eyes because in that moment, the God who loves me extravagantly whispers softly to my soul, “I have not forgotten you.” Wow! Don’t you just love those God moments? It was never about the coat after all. It was all about how God continuously, dresses us in His splendor of grace and mercy! He is working in every detail of our lives even when we can’t see His hand protecting and watching over us. I'm thankful for lost coats and searching hearts.
I would like to give a shout out to my lovely and talented sister-in-law, Stacey Miller. She has gracioulsy agreed to help me edit my work from time-to-time. Graduating from High Point University with a BA in English: Communications, Stacey is truly a gift from above and a valued member of my team. Thank goodness for wonderful editors. Love to you Stacey!