Monday in ceramics class as I mentioned before, we were having to repeatedly throw our clay. Now then as we were doing that one soft spoken girl had hers looking nice and in perfect proportions, the teacher came over and asked the dreaded question, " is it stuck?" She hadn't tried to pull it off yet and responded, "I pray not!" as she attempted to peel it off the table.
My teacher responded "that's a silly thing to pray for." then, as he met my eyes he added " I'm sure He has more important things"
I dropped my gaze and continued working, but his words echoed in my mind.
"Father," I prayed silently, " I suppose You do have more important things to do, but I enjoy talking to You about all the little and big things..."
He reminded me about my algebra 2 teacher in high school, Mr peacock. Mr. Peacock always told us that God was there for us, always and that He cared about the little things. Math isn't my best class and honestly I did anything in class to through him topic but it was all in fun. I had a straight habit of actually getting my homework done in that class, mainly due to my amazing Roomate who always and still does continue to challenge me to do the unpleasant but necessary things in life. However one specific night it just didn't happen, I tried to do it throughout he day but it was impossible. I panicked because my grades were particularly important to me That semester and I knew that even missing this one assignment completely would hurt my grade. Out of random desperation I prayed that my grade wouldn't suffer too bad. And then promptly forgot and continued worrying. I got to class that afternoon and to my shock Mr. Peacock had left his paper with the answers That we would have used to grade our papers. After rummaging through his bag for the 4th time he exasperatedly exclaimed "Okay guys who prayed for a delay today?!"
Then it hit me, I had, not directly but that was the answer to my prayer!
I was able to do my homework and make a good grade.
Fast forewarn a few years. I am in intro to ministry class, one of my favorites . I had worked hard to finish up my IDAK test and felt really relieved at being prepared for class. Then came that awkward moment when everyone else is handing in a paper That I was not prepared for. My heart sank. I low this class and the teacher but he has a solid no late policy. I has not written that response paper and it was not going to treat my grade kindly. I rapidly pulled out the forgotten paper and started madly Scribbling my response . Even if it was horrible I figured it could be something. Class started and I finally put it aside and tried to think of a way to turn it in as close to classes ending as possible. Instantly a billion made up excuses flooded my mind, but as I pondered them I knew that I would not be ok with the guilt that would indue the telling of such a story. I settled with my fate and decided to do what I could. As class continued, the professor asked us to turn to page I4, I promptly turned there but then sat in shock as a student pointed out that several students couldn't get that page because it was on the back of the one they had just turned in. I listens in silent excitement as the teacher gave then back their pages, and extended the due date.
Now then you can be the judge, does God care about the little, seemingly unimportant things?
I believe He does. In the grand scheme of thing this is just one little seemingly unimportant planet and He died for it.
"There are thoughts which are prayers. There are moments when, whatever the posture Of the body, the soul is on its knees." ~ Victor Hugo.
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