Little Things

  As a general rule, I pray about the big things in life, the things beyond my grasp. When I encounter a problem I cannot get a handle on I turn it over to God, who was the only one who ever had control in the first place. In my life though, I encounter many small problems I think I can take care of on my own. And I do not pray about them and I do not ask for help, because I am a big girl and I can take care of myself.
  The truth of the matter is I really do not have any control of my life. I would like to think I do, but I do not.
  My little sister's first birthday is coming up, so I decided to make an outfit for her. A couple weeks ago I bought a pattern, but had to set it aside because of another project I was working on. Then yesterday I got time to work on my new project. I ironed the fabric I needed, then I went to get the pattern out. The pattern was gone. I tore my sewing area apart and moved every moveable piece of furniture in my room looking for that little envelope. Then I went and crawled around the living room with my head on the ground looking under the couches and tables, the living room being the last place my mom saw me with the pattern. I searched the entire afternoon, but did not find.
  This morning while I was at the breakfast table, I let out a sound somewhere between a sigh and a growl and said, "Man, I need to find that pattern."
  My mom said, "Well, let's pray that you find it." So Mom, my brothers Caleb and Paul, and I prayed that the pattern would turn up. A few hours later my brothers all came knocking on my door to tell me Paul had found my pattern. I thanked God and Paul and all my brothers who had acted as town-criers then started cutting away.
  As I ran this afternoon, it hit me that it had taken me nearly twenty-four hours to come before God and ask Him to help me find my pattern. When I finally did, He answered my prayer and answered it quickly. I have nothing else to say besides the fact that I am a foolish human and my God is an awesome God.