For many years as my children were going up, it was an annual
tradition to sit around the dining room table telling stories inspired by our
special Christmas globe. The scenery of a small village snuggled at the base of
a mountain and pine trees lent itself well to the world of imagination,
especially when I allowed them to shake the globe and hundreds of glittering
snowflakes would blanket the scene. They were always very careful to hold the
globe tightly and shake it gingerly, often with my help.
As the children aged, so did the globe. One year, it began to
detach from its inner base, but I still showcased it. My husband, with the best
intentions, though he could fix it by gently tapping it back into place.
However, his effort turned out disastrous and he broke it! I was heartbroken,
though I salvaged the scene and displayed that for a few years. Then one year,
after my mother had died, I decided to go through her Christmas ornaments and
found the exact globe. I was thrilled, and set it in its place of prominence of
the dining room shelves. The children were now older teenagers and not that
impressed, but I think we used it to tell a story or two.
This year, when I went to take it out of its Styrofoam
packaging, I discovered that this one had completely detached from its base!
Somewhat dejected, I tried to shake it into place, but it remained upside down
and unglued. I thought it might very well represent my present
situation—scurrying to decorate with the family and grandchildren, still
working full time as an art teacher, babysitting my three precious little ones,
buying presents and trying to keep my spiritual life from falling apart. I
decided to display it anyway, in a less prominent place, but as a reminder not
to become completely unglued!
Everyday I would look at it and contemplate all my running
around, praying that I wasn’t over involved. One day, when I was sitting having
my breakfast and gazing at the snow globe, I heard a distinctive voice say,
“Try fixing the globe again.”
“Is that you Lord,” I asked.
“Yes.” The gentle voice replied.
I answered back, “Well then, you
know I’ve tried a thousand times and it just can’t be fixed!”
The voice spoke again. “I’ll show
you a new way to twist, turn and shake it.”
“Really? You care about that?”
“Yes, now go do it!”
I gently lifted the globe and did what the Lord told me to do.
I shook it, twisted it and flipped it. Slowly the whole scene righted itself
and began to fall gently on its base. I couldn’t believe it! “Wow God! You
really care about such details?”
“Yes, I do.”
I just couldn’t belief his level of caring. Yet, it reminded
me of the scripture. “Are not two sparrows sold for a copper coin? And not one of them falls to the
ground apart from your Father’s will. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered” (Matthew
10:29-30). It really amazed me that God is so into the details of our lives,
and the Bible confirms it! He can give us wisdom in the greatest difficulties
we face and the smallest, yet important, details of our life. What an amazing
God! The creator of all things, who knows the number of my frizzy, thick hairs
of my head, communicated with me about a small yet seemingly insignificant snow
globe.
Actually, it’s just like Him!
It’s the same God of the Universe who stepped out of ruling in heaven to this
problem riddled world, into what appeared to be an insignificant, small family
to save us. Isn’t he marvelous!!
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