My favorite black jacket gets stolen a few feet from my bedroom window, my bruises are more painful, and i have a stiff neck (which makes nursing feel almost like torture). I know, I know, these things are very shallow stuff but being spiritual amid little irritations can seem so difficult to do.
And then, I read this portion of a book entitled “Being Enough” by one of my favorite authors Chieko Okazaki.
“When a team of Christians visited Savropol, Russia, in 1994 to hand out Bibles, a local citizen said he recalled seeing Bibles in an old warehouse. They had been confiscated in the 1930s when Stalin was sending believers to the gulags. Amazingly, the Bibles were still there.
Among those who showed up to load them into trucks was a young agnostic student just wanting to earn a day’s wage. But soon, he slipped away from the job…A team member went looking for him and found him sitting in a corner weeping. Out of the hundreds of Bibles, he had picked up one that bore the handwritten signature of his own grandmother.”
Bringing that grandmother’s Bible and her unbelieving grandson together after 60 years could not be done by any human hand, no matter how brilliant logistical plans are executed. Nope, only Someone who is all-knowing and all-present and all-powerful can do that. He has been in-charge since this world began and He is still in-charge now — looking over every detail and every element of our lives and yet weaving everything together into a beautiful tapestry.
I’m grateful He is in-charge. If it were me, I would be left weeping when every little detail gets bungled! 
Gotta let that jacket go. It now seems so petty to get hung up on material stuff, ya know? Father has too many things to worry about, and I shouldn’t add my bad temper to that list
