Lately, my thoughts have been harder to get onto paper. Seems like I just can’t seem to write down exactly the way I feel about it. I found a new (to me) song today though and one line says “He knows the number of each grain of sand, and I can’t even count what I can hold in my hand”. This one particular line has been on repeat in my mind ever since I heard it. How amazing it is that God knows the number of every single minute grain of sand that ever existed. It’s just so true that we could grab a handful of sand and would never be able to count even half of the handful.
I can just picture it now, as I run my hand into a sandbox grabbing a big handful of soft sand. I bring my hand up and immediately the sand starts pouring through between my fingers. Ive already lost a lot of sand but I try to continue to count what I have left. I open my hand ever so slowly yet still more slides off the edges of my hand. I squeeze my fingers tightly together until my hand begins to cramp. I start my count and realize that I can’t even see the grains of sand that are in the crevices of my hand. Nor am I able to keep track of which tiny grains I’ve counted and the others that remain. I give up!
This simple illustration humbles me so much because not only does it seem impossible that God knows every grain of sand, but also that he numbers the hairs on our head. Now I can’t even keep up with my own hairs! I mean, I shed like a mutt most days of the week and I wouldn’t even be able to count the ones I lose much less each hair I keep. And that’s just the beginning because not only does my Lord know every hair on my head, he knows all of your hairs too! And he numbers our neighbors’ hair, and our friends’, and even the President’s each and every hair. How overwhelming to imagine. It’s so wonderful that we can come to know personally our God, our Saviour, who created ALL things! And He cares enough for little you and me that He keeps track of every seemingly insignificant detail of us. Who are we to worry about anything when our Lord is in control?
To further the thought, think about the thousands of grains of sand I lost through the cracks of my hands. God holds the whole entire world in His hands and he never loses even a single one of us. We will never have to worry about slipping through between His fingers. Think of the grains that were in the crevices of my wrinkled hand. I couldn’t even see them. Isn’t it wonderful that God can ALWAYS see us? He knows exactly where we are every minute and even knows what’s in our hearts and on our minds. He even understands! How amazing to know that we are loved by such a powerful and omnipotent God! Thank you Lord for a handful of sand.
Prayer. It’s probably the best and most powerful weapon in a Christian’s arsenal.
The effectual and fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much.
Throughout the Bible are examples of how prayer can be used to do amazing things. Now I know that it isn’t the words of the prayer that actually have any real power, nor is it the one who is uttering the prayer or any of their merit. The power is that of our Lord and Saviour. Prayers have parted seas, calmed storms, raised the dead and so much more. In our lives many times we see the power of prayer. How often does a family ask for prayer when a loved one becomes ill? Or when cancer or death strikes? How many prayers do we pray for financial, spiritual or physical help from the Lord? If we expect our prayers to be effective and get results, then we must exercise! After all, we couldn’t just go out and win the next 5K without any practice. To be successful in anything must practice and exercise our abilities.
How do you practice praying? Not by writing out or memorizing the words you will say. Prayer is exercised by using it daily! All day. We must use prayer to keep a close relationship with God. Prayer is how we communicate with Him. If we had a telephone line that ran straight to God’s throne, wouldn’t we constantly be ringing it? Well, prayer is that telephone line. He is always there to answer, any time, day or night. Furthermore, God wants us to constantly use it.
Pray without ceasing.
1 Thessalonians 5:17
So if God allowed us to have a weapon this powerful, and He wants us to be using it all the time, then why aren’t we? I don’t know about you, but in my experience it seems that my prayer life is the first to suffer. Many times I find myself putting it on the back burner as I do other things. Or even when I’m praying, I find myself thinking about something else or my mind wanders off until I forget what I was even praying about. We must get back to praying fervently, and passionately. What does the phone company do to ensure that when we pick up our phones we can call out? They maintain the phone lines! We must maintain our prayer lines. We need to pray continually and more sincerely. So next time someone asks us to pray for a miracle, we might actually get results.
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As I was fixing supper the other night, I was getting annoyed by my kiddos who kept interrupting me with ” Mom, I want something to eat!” And “Mom! I’m sooo thirsty!”. And of course the never ending “Is supper ready yet?” And “Mom, can’t i just have a snack?”. Just as I was about to lose it, well let’s just be honest, I lost it. But then God pricked my heart and showed me how I wasn’t acting very Christ-like.
Of course I am their Mom and I already know what they need and want. I know that they are hungry and thirsty. I know Brantyn wants meat and potatoes and Silas wants the veggies. I’m aware that as soon as I sit down their plate, they’ll be looking for their drink. And I even know that they’d like to eat with their “construction” utensils instead of plain forks. I’m working as hard as possible to get supper finished as soon as I can because like my little boys, my husband and I are starving too. But somehow I just couldn’t keep my cool with all the constant begging. It made me feel like they didn’t even realize that I ALWAYS take care of their needs, I ALWAYS fix their supper and give them a drink. Why was it so hard for them to realize that even if they didn’t aggravate me to death, they’d still be fed? That’s when God smote my heart and I realized that I act that exact same way most of the time with Him. I neglect to realize that He already knows all of my needs and that He is going to take care of them. As good as my God is, He even knows my wants and my preferences and even though I’m not guaranteed those things, He loves me so much that He usually gives me those too. I don’t have to eat loaf bread and milk three times a day, I get to have tasty choices and usually don’t repeat the meal for a few weeks. My God is just that merciful and gracious!
Why must I be so nagging and doubtful that He is going to come through? Where’s my faith? I’ve had to come to the heartbreaking realization that I am just like my 3 year old spiritually. I don’t have any more faith in God than he has in me fixing his supper. In fact, he probably has more faith than me but just lacks the patience to wait for me to finish cooking. What’s more is that not only do I act like a three year old, constantly asking the Lord when he is going to answer my prayer or when He is finally going to move in a situation, but I now even realize how I could never deal with someone as impatient and faithless as myself.
As I lost it on my kids, I realized how awful that it was for me not to be a Christ-like example for them. Does God get that mad at me when I question Him? Does he rebuke me and “lose his temper” with me? No. Of course not. I sure am glad that God ain’t like me. I’m glad God is so much more forgiving and understanding than I could ever even imagine being. I really must strive more and more every day to trust in God and rely on Him in ALL things and have faith in His perfect timing. I’ve got to stop the constant questioning. Thank you Lord for being patient with me through my many failures and especially when I’m acting like a three year old Christian.