People see God every day, they just don't recognize him. ~Pearl Bailey
God enters by a private door into each individual. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
My mother used to marvel at how I could create a dinner quickly and with very few ingredients. Flattered at the time, I now realize those early meal endeavors were not my genius and had very little to do with my talent.
Later, she told me how incredible it was that I could go out and earn money simply by using my wits and bubbly personality. Of course, there was more to it than that, but the intangible aspect of advertising did make my family wonder about my product, my nice suits and fast car. My product was ‘space’ and it wasn't the final frontier. During those years, I placed a lot of emphasis on teamwork and never felt that my ideas were the sole reason clients loved our newspaper. I was part of a daily jigsaw puzzle that needed ink, graphic artists, pressmen, reporters, circulation staff and a publisher. Now I look back and realize there was something even more important helping me along. This something is stronger than anything on Earth and back in those days I wouldn't have known how to explain it to anyone—this invisible force opened doors, helped me smile when my pantyhose ripped or my car’s air conditioner went on the blink and made normally cranky, overworked businessmen listen to my sales pitch--on top of all that, I wasn't even aware of this incredible phenomenon and worked like an underground army ant in total oblivion.
Today, I’m cognizant and extremely grateful. If I make a dinner and it doesn't quite taste or look the way I expected, there’s still gentle reassurance coming from my loving husband who will eat anything I prepare, while telling me he loves it. Again, the unconditional love coming through to me, building me up and reminding me I am important.
(My post today is about small things that move us along-- not the coping mechanisms and magic assisting us during tragedy and painful loss-- which is miraculous and worthy of a deeper discussion.)
In conclusion, every one of us is important. (If someone jumped in front of you in line at the coffee place this morning, maybe tomorrow, you’ll get a quicker line or fresher coffee. Maybe they’ll be offering a two for one coupon for customers coming back the next day with a friend and it's fair to consider that the one who jumped in front of you might have been hurrying to a hospital. Only God knows everyone’s story.)
The intangible love of God surrounds everyone.
He knows what you need.
Whether you pray or not, He wants to help.
Have you noticed this too?