From the mouths of babes

Mama was checking herself out on the bathroom scales, when J (now age 7) invited herself in and then made the following comment: "Whoa, Mom- you weigh over a thousand pounds??!?!" (Mom was quick to point out that J had missed the decimal point...)

And then C (age 5) was singing to herself an old song by Heart: "I hear the ticking of a cloud, I'm lying here to pinch the dog..."
(The actual lyrics go something like this: "I hear the ticking of the clock, I'm lying here, the room's pitch dark". For any of you who don't know the song.)

Just a couple amusing demonstrations of how, even though we may "see" and "hear", we may lack true understanding. I can't help but think that with my own limited, finite knowledge and understanding, perhaps God sees me as I see my little children. Plus some omniscience, of course. And just as the kids need my guidance and wisdom, I know I need at least that from my loving Heavenly Father.

Refigerators and Socket Wrenches

The new refrigerator came with a wooden pallet bolted to the bottom. I tipped the fridge over; now I could get at the bolts. I walked across the garage to grab my socket set, thinking of how I hoped I had the right size socket, and of how my Dad can just look at a bolt and say with authority- and always correctly- exactly what size socket I will need. I'm talking exact, as in "that looks like about a 7/16", or "I'd say a 10mm".
I am neither gifted nor experienced enough to perform that little garage trick, so I'm left to stumble along, picking through the sockets or wrenches one by one until I happen to light on one that seems to fit.
Anyway, I now had the socket set in my hand, walking back across the garage, thinking about my socket size selection process. I thought how silly and mundane and trivial this all was, and then the thought crossed my mind: "I wonder if God is really aware of me right now, even some dumb little thing like choosing the right socket..."
And that's when it happened. The socket set started slipping out of my hand, falling to the ground. I groaned, knowing by sad experience just how big the mess of wrenches and sockets all over the floor was going to be. And I was so mad! But somehow, even though the lid of the set is broken and gaping open, the socket set stayed intact within the case.
Well, almost intact. As the socket set fell toward the ground, one single solitary socket appeared to leap out of the case, to land on the floor next to the fridge.
"haha", I said to myself, "wouldn't it just be totally crazy if that turned out to be the exact right socket?? haha. ha."

And it was.

And at that moment, I realized that God really IS aware of me; even the trivial little concerns I have, like finding the right size socket. It may seem a small thing. But I really had the feeling that He was speaking in a very personal and direct way to me. I felt that. And I'm grateful.