This week I cried.

No, please don’t feel sorry for me for they were tears of joy and wonder, not tears of sadness.

Two issues had troubled me during this year – one directly affecting my life, the other affecting those I love. No answers had come to either issue in spite of our prayers.

Then, earlier this week, one was finalized. Settled. Finished. And as we laughed and celebrated together at the way it had been sorted out we looked at the timing of its solution.

Perfect.

Fulfilling the needs of the moment.

Perfect.

Completed by our God who knows what we need, when we need it, and how He is going to sort out every issue in our lives – big and small.

And as I sang a song of praise to Him, standing in my room looking out at His creation, the tears ran. How could I worship such a God who loves us so much He withholds the answers to our prayers until the time is perfect? How could I tell Him what He means to me? This God who is involved with the intimate small details of our lives.

Do I notice all the little things He does for me? I know about the big ones. They are easy to see when they happen. But what about the little ones? The tiny blessings I am often too busy to register? How many times in a day, an hour, a minute, does God reach down and bless me – and I don’t see those loving caresses?

His love overwhelmed me as I stood, weeping. Tears of joy and wonder. Tears of love. And my heart sang a new song to my God.

Help me, Lord to see you in the little things.

And the other issue? Well, I know that will be sorted out in His perfect time too, and as I wait, I continue to praise Him.

What about you?

What are you waiting for in answer to repeated prayer?

Praise God He knows about that too and will respond at just the right time.

Perfect.