I moved to Weston nearly 2 years ago. I come from Glasgow and most of my family are from there, so as you can imagine, I don’t get to see them very often. I do get homesick sometimes, but to be honest the majority of the time you just get on with life, don’t you? But often before I know it, it’s been 6 months since I’ve seen them and 2 or 3 weeks before I’ve picked up the phone. Life is just busy as I’m sure you already know.
However, what I’ve realised during this isolation period is that I’m finding I’m speaking to my family more than I have in a long time, which is great! Life has slowed down and it seems to be a great time for me to reshuffle priorities.
I was on a family video chat the other day and we were exchanging funny stories from the past and there’s one I’ll share with you now...
When I was about 13 we were on a family holiday and we made the most of every minute of every day, so in the evenings we were all shattered and spent the nights chilling. One night me and my cousin, Abigail, who is a few years younger than me were sitting on the sofa. Now that night I was feeling very tired so I lay down on the sofa so my head was next to her lap. The next thing that happens is the chewing gum she was chewing “fell” out of her mouth and on to my head. Me? I’m sleeping. Completely unaware of what was going on.
Fast forward a couple of minutes, I was waking up with three different people tugging at my hair trying to get it out. They failed. Out comes my mum with the scissors and she hacks off the chewing gum, along with a big chunk of hair right from the top middle section of my head.
I can’t even explain to you how upset I was and how much I cried! Obviously, I can laugh about it now - but a mullet on a 13 year old girl wasn’t the best look. It was my worst nightmare! How could I face going out in public again?! How could I ever go back to school looking like this?!
...Then life went on....
Before I know it, I’m nearly 25. I’m married, renting a house, paying bills, doing laundry, living my best adult life!
I think back to when I was 13 and how having a dodgy hair cut was the worst thing that had ever happened to me. I think of life now and how I have experienced real pain and real tragedy. It makes my chewing gum situation feel so small!
But regardless of the situation, God cared. See, God doesn’t just care about the “big” things in life... He cares about what we care about.
Luke 12:6-7 comes to mind (message version): “What’s the price of two or three pet canaries? Some loose change, right? But God never overlooks a single one. And he pays even greater attention to you, down to the last detail—even numbering the hairs on your head! So don’t be intimidated by all this talk. You’re worth more than a million canaries.”
He cares about tiny birds you can get for free off Gumtree... He cares about how many hairs are on my head (no pun intended!). He cared for me when I got chewing gum stuck in my hair, He cared for me when my husband got made redundant, He cared for me when I couldn’t find a parking space, He cared for me when I had an eating disorder.
It doesn’t matter what’s going on in your life, big or small, God cares!!!
Truth be told, nothing is big to God, because He is bigger. He can handle your situation. He’s already working it out for the good of those who love Him. Trust that He is working. Trust that the God of all creation knows what He is doing. Trust His perfect timing. Trust that He cares for you.
I’ve seen Him move in my life before, and I am certain He will do it again. And He will move in your life to if you ask Him. What have you got to lose?