Declaring my smallness...

If you don't know me, you may not know that I am tiny. Sometimes I refer to myself as pocket-sized. 

Because of my height deficit and non existent biceps, I depend on others daily to reach high places and carry heavy items.  In fact this morning, I declared my smallness by simply calling Daran's name and standing by a tall object. He needed no instructions. He knew that sans a step stool or ladder, I simply could not place the platters in my hand above the mountain-sized refrigerator beside me.

I've been doing that a lot lately. Declaring my smallness. I get overwhelmed, I pause, I stand by mountain-sized objects and just simply call God's name. He needs no instructions. He knows that sans a miracle, I simply cannot ascend the mountain in front of me.

So I declare my smallness and let him declare his bigness, and we accomplish much.

That is the summary of this whirlwind, we call fall start up. Lots of pausing, lots of praying, lots of refusing to rush and lots of mountains being moved.

Tuesday morning I spilled my coffee (you know the coffee that my precious hubby makes for me every morning.) During prayer, during pausing, during declaring my smallness I spilled it all over the prayer room floor.

Later, I needed cups to hold otter pops (popsicles in plastic sleeves that are affectionately named otter pops in Utah) because otherwise your hands freeze and the otter pops melt. We had cups, but today the otter pops were these ginormous ones that we had never seen before.

The solution to this was to go to one of the restaurants down the hall and get cups. Headed to the food court, I realized Starbucks was along the way, and they definitely have ginormous otter pop sized cups. As I head into Starbucks, I decide that I should just buy some coffee because mine spilled while I was pausing and declaring my smallness to God, and also I wouldn't feel so bad asking for otter pop sized cups if I bought something.

This meant that I had to wait, so I had two options. Sit at an empty table, sit by a girl that was studying, or sit by this girl that was just waiting. I chose option C, and struck up a conversation.

So spilled coffee and the need for ginormous otter pop sized cups led to me laying hands on Emma and praying that she would be healed of Leukemia. Underneath that wig and makeup was a girl enduring two years of chemotherapy while trying to live a normal existence. I don't know if I will see her again because upon saying Amen, her coffee was ready, and so was mine, but I knew I was leaving her in good hands.

This is one of many divine moments that God has sprinkled into our days. I could give you numbers and stats, but instead I will give you spilled coffee and Emma, to show you how your prayers are being answered.

For now, I will continue to stand by mountain-sized objects and declare my smallness, and let him declare his bigness, and we will continue to accomplish much.