I believe that God is the great romantic. But I also believe that He is the great prosaic. If I exclude God from the minutiae and trivia of my life, I am doing myself – and Him – a great disservice. One psalmist says a sparrow found a house for herself and her young inside the underpinnings of God’s alter (Psalm 84:3). While mighty transactions were going on upon the altar, God was making provision for a tiny fledgling underneath.
This speaks to my heart. One of my chief sins is to make God so majestic and infinite that He cannot be prosaic. I have romanticized His work so much that I have come to feel that the humdrum detail of the daily round is an intrusion, as trifling of His presence and power. I have looked upon daily chores as something alien to God’s ways of doing things, instead of realizing that irksome detail is just as ablaze with God’s glory as the burning bush.
God notices when sparrows fall, He dresses flowers, He counts the hairs of my head, He measures my height (Luke 12:6, 7, 25, 27). God not only works with trivia and delights in it, but I might almost say God majors in trivia. He devised the massive detail of the universe and tends it. He also is the Architect of the trivia of my life – my mood swings, my cycles, my interruptions, my friend’s impromptu request, and a thousand other things that drain my strength and energy. God is concerned about one lost sheep, one lost coin, and one wayward son. When they are found, He rejoices!
Like a loving parent, God is interested in the cuts and scratches that infest my daily life. What concerns me, concerns Him (1 Peter 5:7). He loves to do what humans detest – to be “bothered.” It is no bother to Him when I pour my heart’s trivia out to Him, for He “careth” for me.
“Thou dost scrutinize my path and my lying down, and art intimately acquainted with all my ways” (Psalm 139:3).
Daily with the King 