We've all heard the phrase "the devil's in the details." That was yesterday for me.
We are renovating and updating our kitchen, and we're at the point where it's all about the details: the touch-up, the organization, the decoration, the hardware. We spent hours online sifting through choices to arrive at half a dozen that fit our budget and appealed to both my husband and me. Then we went shopping for the finalists and came home to try them out on our newly painted, Shaker-style cabinets, both with and without back plates. In the end we chose what we both expected to be the least likely candidate. Then there were the floating shelves. We'd ordered four, but they wouldn't all fit where we meant them to go and hold everything we wanted to get off the counters. After much wrangling and figuring, we wound up with three shelves in the kitchen and another in the foyer. My mother's oversized gold ladle (which is a wall-hanging, not a kitchen utensil) needed to be repainted a copper color, but the first color we chose didn't provide enough contrast. Back to the home improvement store for the umpteenth time... You get the picture. Because of my husband's work schedule and the contractors AND the fact that we have a winter storm headed our way, it all needed to be settled yesterday--or it would have to wait weeks when we've already been at this for weeks. There's that devil.
In the midst of the frustration and the chaos, a grandgirlie sent a Bible verse to my iPhone. They do that on occasion, God bless them. Luke 12:6-7. Five sparrows sold for two pennies but not one forgotten by God. The hairs of my head numbered by Him...
Perhaps the devil is in the details, but so is God. I took a deep breath and recalled a lesson I had already learned but of which I obviously needed to be reminded.
I never have to fear the outcome. I just have to depend on Him for everything. Every. Little. Thing. No problem is too large for our God. And no detail is too small.
