I recalled a memory this week that I hadn’t thought of in years. I was at a friend’s house when I was a little girl, and I watched the mother of my friend bow her head and pray before she began baking a cake. When I got home, I asked my mom if she prayed before baking. Her answer was that she didn’t think it was necessary to ‘bother God over the little things.”
I thought about this on Friday. I dropped off Shoot, the Kitty at the vet to have her claws and girl parts removed. I returned home, and as the morning progressed, she stayed on my mind. Without even thinking, I whispered a prayer for her and the vet. Then I stopped. Shoot brings Karl and me a lot of joy, but she’s just an animal, Gods’ creation certainly, but is prayer for her really appropriate, or is it ‘bothering God over little things”? Hmmm.
I’ve pondered the question since then, and as I think about God’s minute attention to detail in his creation, the delicacy of a butterfly’s wing, the infinite shades of pink and purple in last night’s sunset, the way my eyesight is different from that of a hawk, I realize that nothing is too small or insignificant for God’s attention and care. He proves that in the world He’s given us. Who am I to question or limit what God oversees? Or cares about? Without guilt that I’m bothering Him, I can take anything to Him. He might shake His head at my lack of faith or how short-sighted my desires are, but He will never wave me off or chide me for bothering Him.
PS. Shoot, the Kitty is fine!
