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Trusting for the Little Things

 I don’t know about you, but I had this false impression that I some how needed to buck up and power through the small stuff on my own. Cause If you’re not supposed to bother the people around you with the little whoas, then why on earth would I think it would be OK to tell God. I realize that my faith only extended to the big things. I didn’t bother to tell him if I had a cold or a headache or if I can find some thing I was looking for. No, those issues weren’t important enough. But here’s the thing if God loves us so much and cares about every part of our lives then it should be OK to come to him with anything. I realized that once again I let the people around me affect my view of God. So here’s the thing my day like some days was full of a bunch of little irritants. And while I’m not wallowing in a pool of discontent, I was feeling bad. And knowing that God cares about my little irritants helps a whole lot. I know that tomorrow will be better. I know that some things will heal in time. And I know that my God of all comfort will give me all the peace and strength that I need. There’s some sadness that will linger into tomorrow and maybe the days after, but I will be okay. 

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