When I was seven years old, I had a horrible case of the hiccups. I hiccuped late into the night, doubling over in pain because they hurt my little belly. Over an hour had passed when I finally laid in my mother's bed and she told me stories because I could not fall asleep. She stroked my hair, as only mother's can truly do well. She gracefully leaned over and kissed my forehead, taking my tiny face in between her hands. She let out a soft prayer, "Lord, I pray you would show my daughter who you are and what you can do. In the name of Jesus, I pray you would take away these hiccups." Instantly, I knew they were gone. I sat mesmerized.
And then I knew God was the God of anything,
The same God who ruled over the big stories in the Bible, ruled over anything I could imagine
even something as small as hiccups.
Now I am traveling to eleven countries in eleven months in a mere 153 days. I will meet countless people with countless needs. I will be changed to the core. My mind can not even process the things that will be challenged of me. As I was praying on my commute to work the other day, I just told God in complete honesty all of my fears.
And he reminded me of the story of my hiccups when I was seven years old.
I serve a God who cares about things as small as hiccups.
Wherever I am, midwest United States, Mozambique, Romania, Taiwan, or wherever,
may I never forget that He who calms the greatest storms, gives life to all with a breath, and sustains the world without a thought, also cares about the small things.
Even something as small as hiccups.
