I originally wrote the following in March of 2008. I thought about it again today when I received K-LOVE radio’s Encouraging Word for the Day: Psalm 37:23
The LORD directs the steps of the godly. He delights in every detail of their lives.
I have talked with several women this week who need to be reminded that, even when we don’t see God answering our prayers the way we think He should answer them, He has not forgotten us. He is intimately concerned with every detail of our lives.
Occasionally I work at the local behavioral health hospital. Here is where you see hurting people at their “worst”—an experience that can certainly cause a crisis of faith. This day was no exception. Part of my responsibility was to lead the children’s therapy group. Of the three on the unit, two were girls. Both had been sexually abused. Both were depressed. Both had wanted to commit suicide. So both were now in the hospital. And neither was older than 10 years old. The prayer of my heart was this: “God, if nothing else, in this brief 45 minutes that our lives will touch, please let these little girls know they are loved.” It’s unlikely I’ll ever see either again. But their faces and stories are forever imprinted on my heart.
Once group was over and therapy notes were written, it was time for me to call it a day. Outside, the skies were gray and a cold rain fell. My heart was very sad. I could feel the heavy cloak of weariness that often accompanies my calling. As I got in the car, I turned on the radio to a country music station. (I know… just go ahead and pour salt in the wound. But I like country music!) A new song by Brooks and Dunn came on. The title: God Must Be Busy. I had heard it a time or two before and had questioned the lyrics then. And while I know the duo is likely not trying to make a theological statement with their song, it still just didn’t sit right with me. Part of the lyrics include: “I know in the big picture, I’m just a speck of sand. And God’s got better things to do than look out for one man…God must be busy.”
As the song was playing, I was thinking. And as it ended, I began talking. To God, that is. I told Him how I know that He is never too busy, not even for the smallest need I might have. Scripture tells me that He’s engraved my name on His hand (Isa. 49). He created my inmost being and ordained all the days for me before one of them ever came to be (Psalm 139). And He gave His only Son—the perfect Lamb of God—as a sacrifice for my sin. There is no way He is too busy, not even for my smallest need.
Yes, you ask, but what about all the suffering? You’re right. That’s probably the most asked theological question there is. And the most difficult to answer. I know. I wrote a 20-page paper once on the goodness of God and the problem of pain. But that’s not what this moment was about. It was about knowing that God is never too busy; not one of His children is insignificant in His eyes. And this day, a day when I felt so weary from the work He’s asked me to do, I needed to know I was significant. I needed a touch from my God. Just a simple reminder that He is near, He is good, He loves me, and He’s with me in the struggle. And that’s what He gave me.
My friend Laurie and I decided not to let the rain stop us, so we headed to the park to run not long after I made it home. The rain for the most part had ceased. The park was very quiet. Not many folks are as foolish…um, or dedicated, as we are to our running. We had been running for a while when we turned the corner and headed down the stretch that borders a cemetery on one side and thick forest on the other. All of the sudden, we saw two huge deer with beautiful white, fuzzy tails frolicking on the other side of the fence. We stopped in our tracks as we watched the larger of the two, in a seemingly effortless movement, leap over the fence and bound across the path in front of us. Not far behind was the second creature, almost flying through the air after her friend. It was the most beautiful thing ever. To some, it would probably seem very inconsequential and almost elementary. But to me, it was a taste of heaven. An answer to my prayer. For a moment, it literally took my breath away.
All evening, I continued to ponder the moment, which I know was a special gift just for me… (because you see, I know I am much more than just a simple speck of sand). I thought about what it represented, what God was speaking to my heart. Why did it feel so beautiful, so holy? Ah, yes. Innocence and freedom. Something I see far too little of in this world, particularly in this ministry which God has called me to. More of what I encounter tends to be innocence lost and bondage of all varieties. It was like God was whispering, “One day, child. And one day soon. Innocence and freedom will be restored. So keep pushing through. Keep loving hurting people. Keep believing. I’m right here. And I am never too busy for you.”
And, my friend, neither is He ever too busy for you. So remember, give all your worries and cares to God, for He cares about you.