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10/5/2024-6:26pm

So this morning while driving a thought came to mind. Don’t know how it got there but it just did. It dealt with small things and God. It reminded me of a time when I was in prison and I was praying, except this time I was frustrated. I was frustrated by the fact that I was in this prison having to reside here. I told God off. Told him what was the use of praying to him when he was this or that. I got up off my knees and had reached for my MP3 player, right when I did, the clip on the back of the device broke. (This is the clip that allows you to attach it to clothing or what have you.) As soon as this had happened, I fell back to my knees and apologized. Mad at myself now for this. See at that time it didn’t faze me or dawn on me the meaning of it; until now. I just saw it as a sign that there was a God and that God does answer your prayers.

The true meaning behind this story was this.

You value/or depend on something so small that works in tandem with something else that it helps you out. That helps bring you joy or helps you get through things in life. That it brings comfort to you. The same can be said of you and God. Something so small when compared to God that you don’t think much of yourself. That you feel small and useless, but when put with something else or someone else, you can bring happiness and joy to God. That you can’t always be selfish.