Is anything too small for our God?
I don’t like my fingernails to grow long. I am very bothered by it. I was supposed to lead worship in our Sudanese congregation on Sunday and the night before I was looking for a nail clipper and couldn’t find one.
Sunday morning I borrowed Pastor Gorashi’s car to get to church. When I started to get out of the car I looked over at the passenger seat and guess what I saw. A nail clipper. Imagine my surprise! With unprecedented joy I reached for the clipper and clipped my nails before heading in to the service.
I had prepared a Bible verse to encourage the church but I heard a very low voice telling me to share the joy the nail clipper brought to me. It seemed strange, but I obeyed the prompting. I explained to the congregation that we need to count our blessings and give thanks to God for all He has done for us. His blessings could be as small as a nail clipper.
After I told my story a woman asked if she could share a testimony. She told us that she had not been in the church for the last three to four months. She had lost her son and she was mad at God for taking him. But as she listened to my nail clipper story, she remembered that her son had a little girl who was named after her. She began to thank God for her little granddaughter and as she did, she reconciled her heart with God.
This story reminds us that God is always near. He knows our littlest desires. He knows our biggest hurts. He cares about every detail of our lives. He knew that I would find joy in being able to trim my nails before church. But those clippers had a bigger purpose on that Sunday. Those tiny clippers cut through the sadness of a broken woman’s heart and helped her to find her way back to joy.