Zechariah 4:10 "For who has despised the day of small things? ...these are the eyes of the LORD which range to and fro throughout the earth."

We serve a huge God who loves to use small things.
Often the small moment is when He speaks biggest to me.
It makes my worries feel like a waste of time.
He reminds me in those moments that HE KNOWS.

A few Sundays ago, we had a small thing come up in Isabella's life.  Some of the girls had been holding their arms up to hers and saying how all of their skin was white, but that she was not.  Our girl is a very deep thinker, and her round eyes were full of questions.   

"Mom, is there something wrong with having brown skin?"  

Sometimes your heart hurts when your kids ask hard questions.  I quickly began to tell her how beautiful her brown skin is.  I explained that people paid money and went to great lengths to get her color of skin. I told her how pretty any color looks on her, because of her skin tone.  But, those eyes were still full of frustration.  

"But Mom, why is my skin brown and not white like the other girls."

Hard questions are...hard.  Isabella has faint memories of her birth mother, and we have had several conversations concerning her.  I am sure there are more to come.  However, she has never met or mentioned her birth father.  I explained that her birth father was from Mexico, and the Lord has given beautiful, brown skin to Mexican people.  Since she is a part of her birth mom and birth dad then she also has brown skin like him.  God made her just the way He wants her to be.  I told her that God loves and uses all people.  No matter what their skin color - brown, black, red, yellow or white. However, I could tell she was still worried and confused.

Later, we went to our Sunday evening service.  It "just so happened" that we had a visiting evangelist that evening.  His name was Bro. Garza.  He had a big, booming voice that grabbed our attention! Before his sermon, he introduced himself as a man from Mexico and God promised to love him and use him no matter what his skin color was - brown, black, red, yellow or white!  Isabella looked at me in absolute amazement.  "Mom, he said the same thing you did!"  I told her I felt the Lord arranged for Bro. Garza to be there at our church on that night, just for her.  I watched as the frustration and questions turned to awe and contentment.  

Small things.  He arranged this moment for my daughter, just to reassure her.  There is no doubt in my mind.  He arranged it for me, also.  There are always the worries of other hard questions concerning her adoption.  The fear of giving the wrong answers, and other fears as well.  He will be there before we get there.  

The sparrow,
the widow's lost coins,
the little boy's lunch,
the mustard seed,
a baby in a manger.
Small things.
He uses them to show us how big he really is.