My oldest is really into Legos. I am personally not a fan, but I’m a #boymom and it kind of comes with the territory. Or so I’m told.

However, these pesky little pieces of colored plastic get lost on a daily basis. A daily basis. As in, every. single. day. My son is always complaining that he can’t find a certain teeny tiny piece to go on his truck. And it has to be the RED one or it’s “just not right.” *loud sigh*

This morning he was supposed to be making his bed and getting dressed while I wrangled his brother into some clean clothes. Suddenly he squealed with delight and declared, “MOMMY! I found it! I found the fourth wheel to my Lego monster truck!” I wanted to be mad with him for not doing what I asked him to do. I was also equally excited that he found it because that little piece of plastic had been missing for a solid month. After I squealed in delight with him, my first words to him were, “Mason, did you thank God for helping you find it?”

“No, mommy. I found it all by myself. God didn’t help me.”

We were running late for school and I really just wanted to blow off that comment and get in the car already! And honestly, a lot of times I do miss those teaching moments. (I’m really working on that, by the way.) So instead of ignoring his remark, I took a deep breath, turned and looked at him and tried my best to explain on a five year old level to him that God is always helping us. That He cares about the little things, even a lost Lego. And every good thing we do, is because God is the one who has given us the ability to do it and he wants us to use that for His glory. We should continually be thanking Him for all the good things He does for us, yes… even helping us find a Lego wheel.

That’s when I got the lump in my throat and felt tears well up in my eyes. You see, I had been looking for something too. As silly as this will sound to most of you (A few of you will understand…), I had been looking for a hodgepodge of about fifteen tea cups and saucers. My sister is getting married in a few weeks and my mom and our other sister are hosting a bridal luncheon for her. We want each guest to have a unique, mismatched tea cup and saucer as a gift. My sister is one of the smartest, most hard-working and generous people I know. I wanted to give her the most beautiful and special luncheon she’d ever seen. I had dragged my kiddos around to every thrift store I could find looking for random tea cups. I had spent all day yesterday looking at stores and online and could not find exactly what I was looking for. They had to be perfect or they just wouldn’t do!

After I gave my son that little spill about God caring and always helping us… I poured out my own heart to the Lord. “Lord, you know I need these tea cups. You know my sister and how much I love her and want to make this day extra special for her! You know this is burdening me this week because I want it to be perfect for her. Please, help me find them today!”

I felt in that moment, He whispered into my heart like the loving Father that He is:

Child, if I care about that Lego wheel… how much more do you think I care about your sister? Of course I want that day to be special for her. I know you desire to give her only the best. Why are you stressing? 

After I dropped Mason off at school, my two year old and I booked it to the next thrift store on our list. I pushed the cart as fast as I could to the home goods department. And there on the shelves, lay some of  the most beautiful china tea cups and saucers in this world. I felt my eyes start to tear up again but I caught myself. I told myself what my husband usually tells me, “Get a hold of yourself woman!” Good grief. Before I realized it, I was saying out loud, “THANK YOU, Jesus!” I’m sure everyone around me was wondering what in this world I had found in a thrift store that I was so doggone thankful for but I was SO happy! I loaded those cups and saucers in my cart and I couldn’t get to the check out fast enough. I’m laughing out loud as I write this because I got in my car and I praised His Holy Name all the way home. My sweet Micah and I were singing as loud as we could and banging our heads to the beat of every song. I came home and promptly displayed all those beautiful tea cups on my kitchen table, snapped a picture and texted it to my mom and sister.

He is a God of the details. He really does cares about the things in our life that may seem little, but are huge to us. Still, I too often stress over all the things instead of releasing them to Him. Thank you Lord, for being patient with me. And for helping me find all those tea cups!