The Key to God's Heart

David was the first one to lose his keys. It happened after church one day. We all were sitting around talking when David was getting ready to leave so he could go to the store. He went out to his car and realized he did not have his keys. He looked everywhere for them and figured they were in the sanctuary. A church service was being held at that time so he could not just walk in and retrieve them. After the service he went in looking for them. I doubt he remembers this, but I asked him if he had prayed to find his keys. Whether or not he had done so I cannot remember. But I do remember saying a quick prayer for him and sure enough he found his keys.
Marnee lost her keys at the Camp Davidson work retreat. We searched everywhere for them. I told her that we would find them and I prayed. At that time Billy was looking for her keys as well when he somehow remembered that she had been at the basketball court last night. He went there and sure enough he found her keys. I remember hugging Marnee and probably saying something to the extent of affirming God's hand in the process.
The other day Alisha lost her keys and was searching frantically for them. She was running late and upon watching her tear the house apart I asked what she was looking for. I prayed. The first place I looked was in the couch near the table and sure enough they were there.
While I am a great resource if you ever lose your keys, that is not the point of the story. When Alisha lost her keys the other day I started thinking about all these stories. I realized that God cares about the small things. To the Creator of the Universe what does it matter that someone cannot find their keys? It matters a lot. I saw in these three examples how God knows what we need. He knew the needs at those times and provided. All I had to do was ask. What a loving Father we serve that He would care even to help us with some small task such as finding our keys.
Sometimes I wonder where I would be if I had never met Jesus. I know I would probably be wearing two different color socks if any at all and I would be lucky if I knew where anything was. In other words, I tend to lose things like none other. And when I put on my mascara in the morning or I can't find a sock I ask God to help me. Just the other day I could not find the hair dryer for the life of me. I prayed and God finallly led me to where it was.
Maybe to you these seem like trivial things. God has done greater miracles than help someone find their keys or a pair of socks. This is the same God who called out into the darkness and by His words alone created the Universe. But I find in my friendship with Christ that He is not as concerned about the big things, but rather the small things. Just like He tells us to be faithful in the small things He is faithful in the small, intricate tasks of our lives. Sure my God can move mountains. Sure He can heal the sick and raise the dead. And I love and respect Him for all of this, but today I just need His help finding my keys.