Ever feel like your pain – be it emotional, physical, relational or any other pain – is too small to bother God with? I certainly have and I have heard others make comments like that. Sounds humble doesn’t it? The comment is usually backed up with acknowledging others who are so much worse off. Let them go the altar; they need it more. The problem is that, though it sounds humble, that kind of thinking isn’t humble, in all likelihood that may be pride. That thought could be roughly translated – I can handle this myself. Perhaps it can also be translated – I don’t think God cares about the “little” details of my life. It could also be translated – God may not be able to help those who need it more if I ask Him to help me.
Doesn’t sound quite so humble any more.
God cares about your pain. He cares about mine. And none of His caring for us limits the care He can give to all the hurting people all around the world. Our pain doesn’t have to register 7.6 on the Richter scale to get His attention.
Remember the story of the sparrows Jesus told?
He said, “Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God”. He goes on to say, “Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows”. Luke 12: 6-7
The Message Bible puts it like this “What’s the price of two or three pet canaries? Some loose change, right? But God never overlooks a single one. And he pays even greater attention to you, down to the last detail—even numbering the hairs on your head! So don’t be intimidated by all this bully talk. You’re worth more than a million canaries.”
Bully talk allows us to talk ourselves out of meeting God at the altar and we should be able to recognize that those thoughts come from the father of lies and not from God.
You are worth so much that God sent His one and only Son, Jesus to pay for your healing, your deliverance, your peace of mind. Don’t qualify pain. Yours doesn’t have to be greater than someone else’s to matter to God. I don’t have a father’s heart, but I do have a mother’s heart and I can tell you that anything, regardless of relative size, that hurts my children, hurts me. I would move heaven and earth to heal their hurts. Of course, I can’t, but the good news is that God who could move heaven and earth, did so on their behalf, on your behalf, on my behalf.
Qualifying our pain limits God.
Father in heaven, thank You for keeping such a close watch on me and my loved ones. Thank you that every pain of ours is noticed by You and You stand ready to heal us. Your love for us is hard to comprehend, help us to embrace that love more freely and forgive us for the times we would limit You in our lives. Amen.