How SMALL is your God?
I’ve heard preachers and others ask the question "How big is your God?" They usually ask this question to ask if you trust God for really big stuff in your life.
The question I have been pondering for a while, and that I
want to ask you now is, "How SMALL is your God?"
In the story of my brush with death, I told you about a
number of BIG miracles that God did for us.
I also told you how in the ICU there were two foods that sounded
good to me. One was a cherry popsicle. The other was a grilled ham and cheese
sandwich. At that point, I had not eaten in nearly a week. I don’t know why
those two things came to mind, but they did.
After two days in ICU and two days in a regular room, they
sent us home.
But I started out by asking, "How SMALL is your
God?"
I’d like to tell you how "small" my God is. I said
in ICU that a grilled ham and cheese sandwich sounded good to me. I dearly love
a good grilled cheese sandwich, but I’m not sure that I had ever had a grilled ham and cheese sandwich.
The first evening
when we got home after surgery, a friend brought food for the family. She had
this big bag from KFC with chicken and all the sides. When Debbie met her at
the door, she said she didn’t know why, but she felt like she needed to pick up
a few other things on the way. She handed Debbie a Kroger bag. Debbie looked in
the bag and started crying. Renee asked her if she was ok and Debbie said they
were happy tears. I’m sure you can guess what was in the bag: bread and ham and
cheese!
My God is big enough to heal my diseases and my 50-something
year old birth defect! But he’s also small enough to give me a grilled ham and
cheese sandwich when I really needed it. AND IT WAS DELICIOUS.
God wants to do big things in our lives, but he cares about
the little things, too. Even something as small as a sandwich.

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