Lost Soldier Thoughts

As I sit here working away on my model soldiers, I realize more and more how much little things matter. If I file too little, the arms won't fit together, and the hat will be oblong. If I file too much, there are dips and caves and the body won't look natural. If I match up the wrong arm types, the soldier will not be able to do his duty (at least not in a dignified manner). If the head is at the wrong angle, he won't be looking down the barrel of his gun and will instead be enjoying watching some birds pass overhead. If I place too much glue on, the joints will rub and not stick in place, if I place too little, they have no strength. If I take too long the glue dries and I have to start over. Rush too quickly, and I get my fingers glued together.

I dropped a piece of a hat, pushed my chair back, and crawled on my hands and knees, frantically searching to find the lost piece before it became a part of my floor. That reminded me of the parable of the widow and the coin. Which in turn got me thinking of how much God cares for us. I spent the last 5 minutes combing through my carpet for a small plastic piece, one that's easily replaced at that.

Imagine how frantically God searches after you, you who can't be replaced. That's why He sent His Son. Because you are so special to Him. That's why Jesus died. Because you are just that important to Him.

Think about that the next time you mess something up will you? Yo are not a plastic model who can be replaced or fixed fairly easily. No, you are a human, the peak creation of the most high being in all reality. He shapes you, molds you, forms you, grows you, prunes you, searches for you. Because you are special. You are you. That's all the reason He needs.