Growing up it used to be popular for store clerks, fair barkers, youth leaders and others to set out a large jar filled with jellybeans. The object was to guess the amount of jellybeans in the jar. The winner got the jar of jellybeans plus some prize. I never won. Even though I would try to count them, I never came close. Bummer.
This passage always amazed me. Okay, I can kind of see how a sparrow's death could get God's attention. He's aware of everything that happens. I kind of envisioned a security control room with all these cameras manned by angels. "Sparrow down in sector 5." "Roger, I'll let the Big Guy know." But the hairs on the head being numbered baffled me. As a kid I tried to figure out how God counts all the hairs on everybody's head. Where'd He find the time to count? Did He do it while we were sleeping?
It still baffles me to this day. God, how do you know the number of hairs on a person's head; every person's head? It dawned on me one day as I was brushing my daughter's hair and pulling the loose hairs from the brush that the number of hairs on our head change everyday. If God has the number of our hairs numbered, He's either got a lot of angels very busy or He's aware of my day everyday, the moment by moment aspects of my life.
God pays that kind of attention to me? To you? To everyone? Absolutely! He's vigilant. He never sleeps. He's concerned about even the minor details of our life. It's no wonder He knows my needs before I ask them. He knows my every joy and my deepest sorrow. He sees every drop of coffee I spill on myself. If God is that aware and that concerned, what am I worried about?
God, I know you are keeping a close eye on me. You love me and care for even the smallest need of my life. Help me to be aware of you and your presence. Help me to not only acknowledge your presence, but to exclaim your presence wherever I go.
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