God is in the little things....

For the past week, I've been a bit of a worry-wart. I've had a number of things to worry about--most of them revolving around either money or trying to get a big pile of "stuff" done. Just two days ago I was stressing over getting McKenna registered for school after I found out at the last minute that she had to have her immunization record updated and I had two days to get it done. Just a few days before that I was worried about the pile of bills that had been piling up ever higher.

Those of you who come by here and visit often probably have an impression of me as a very positive person. And that assessment is true! I am a definite "half glass full" kind of gal. I always try and look at the bright side of most any situation. But, of course, even those of us who live on the sunny side of life have those days when worry gets the best of us.

In my years down this road called life (almost 40! not as much as a lot of you, but still enough that I've learned a thing or two! lol), I have learned something that eventually gets me through those moments. I've learned that there's always Someone I can go talk to about my worries. I've learned that, as "big" as my worries might seem to me, they're really quite small in the grand scheme of things... BUT, they're not too small that I can't ask God to help me with them. I've learned that, yes, God wants to know about the people who are seriously sick or about those BIG decisions I'm trying to make. But, let's face it. That's not what my everyday life is all about. It's about losing my car keys, and bickering with my husband, and worrying that my daughter has friends, and paying for color guard, and getting an appointment for an immunization shot. It's about all those small things, and they seem to matter to Him (because I've seen a ton of answers to problems just like these over the years).

I know that a lot of you who visit here are Christians, but also that many of you aren't. That's okay. Either way, I just want you to realize that you don't have to go things alone. There's always an open ear out there.

When I was thinking last night about how grateful I am for this knowledge, I got a bit inspired and sat down to write how I felt about it in poem-form.

So, here I am about to share a poem with you all. (This is a bit stretching out of my comfort zone...but I'm sharing it anyway. Because I've begun to feel like I can share this sort of stuff with all of you. :-)

(I hope you all have a wonderful weekend, and I will see you on Monday!)

"in it"

in the crying,
in the laughing.
in the worrying,
in the playing.
in the doubting,
in the loving.

in the asking,
in the waiting.

in the in-betweens,
in the way-up-highs,
in the way-down-lows.

in the moments of surrender.
in the turning aways.

in the faces,
in the glances,
in the kisses.

in the husbands,
in the daughters.

in the seconds,
in the minutes,
in the hours,
in the days,
in the years,
in the lives,
in the forevers.

in the every,
in the all,
you are there.
you are in it.
and you tell me--it matters.