The Portion of my Inheritance

I  once read a story and it was so profound that it stuck deep within the folds of my heart. It was one of those stories that hang just on the surface of your memory, rising up at every opportunity to give you deep seeded faith and the exceedingly great joy that comes with it’s truth. A constant reminder.

Simple as it was I reveled in the true knowledge that it offered and often ponder it deep. It went something like this:

A woman once said to her pastor, “Pastor, I only ask God for the big things. I don’t bother Him with the little things.”

The Pastor’s response, “Madam, They are all little things to Him!”

Because we tend to place on God our own limitations based on our earthly knowledge and experiences, and because we view things in size and time through our finite minds we can not comprehend His greatness and His vastness! There is nothing too great or too small for Him. We can not wrap our brain around our Mighty God!

And so, based on the knowledge of this truth and in remembering that our very precious Lord cares for every little detail of our life and has even numbered the very hairs on our heads, ( Matt. 10:30 ) here is my wondrous story:

The Christmas order had been placed early in the summer, and since I had a few months to complete the Christmas pajamas, I thought it within my reach to get them done.

But in my busyness time completely got away from me and Christmas was closing in and I had not even started.

With just a few weeks left we at least purchased the fabric and all of the required notions . . . . except for the buttons. We could not find buttons to match.

I went ahead and spent my day off from work and sewed the pajamas as far as I could go until we could find buttons. The sewing project sat in my sewing room for over a week with no luck, until I finally decided to go through my own button collection to see if there were any that would work.

As luck would have it I found an old card of buttons that would work perfectly! I needed seven buttons and the card held the exact amount that I needed. I was so excited to finally get to mark this project off my list.

I laid out the top and placed each button down the front and marked the button holes. I then turned my attention to my sewing machine, making sure I had the right setting to make the button holes, then I reach up and grabbed the top to start working on it, and buttons went flying everywhere! OH NO! For those of you who know me know that this was a hopeless situation. A needle in a haystack.

I searched for the buttons and found all of them, except one. I now was one button short. I would never be able to match this old button. So I searched some more . . . and some more. And suddenly I stopped and said, “Father, I need one more button.”

Within my heart I felt I needed to go through my bags of old buttons. As I was nearing the bottom of my third bag I began to feel like it was a lost cause and with just a few more buttons left I was throwing in the towel. I was giving up. But then I felt the urge to keep going, and I did. The very last thing I pulled out was a card of old buttons, the card was empty, except for one button.

The very button I needed.

And I felt His delight in showing Himself to me in this way. In answering what would seem like a silly little prayer to most people: nothing big, nothing important, nothing that most would bother Him with. But just because I asked, I received and my heart burst with Him and His tender care of me, and I have had a little skip in my step ever since.

And friend, it wasn’t really about the button. It was all about a Father taking care of His girl!

“But the very hairs of your head are all numbered.”~Words spoke by Jesus~ Matt. 10:30