Nothing Too Small for God

I felt really bad and could not enjoy my sandwich lunch as I sat in the sun brooding. The group on our Czech Greenways Walk had disappeared into a nearby cafe to have their caffeine fix. We had walked across the border (now seamless, with no checks) from the Czech town of Cizov into the Austrian town of Hardegg (yes! correct spelling). A bridge took us across the river. The group gathered for a photo in the middle of the bridge - a significant spot as it marked the division of the two counties. All smiles as we moved off.

At the picnic spot, I realized that the tiny screw that would attach my little Cannon camera to its cloth pouch was missing. It must have dropped off as the camera was being attached to the tripod for the group photo. A few of us went back to the bridge and searched for it. We could not find it.

I pushed the last bit of the sandwich into mouth, took a sip of Coke, then headed back again to the bridge determined to find that camera screw. I kept my eyes on the wooden planks of the bridge and squatted down each time to closely examine the cracks that could hide a screw. Having walked the area where we took our photograph twice over, back and forth, I headed back to our picnic spot. I decided that I would have to try and buy a replacement when I got back to Singapore.

I sat looking at the rushing waters of the river below. Suddenly, I thought of the story of the pastor's daughter's lost monitor badge. When the 9 year old had informed her pastor father that she had lost her badge, he helped her look for it. When they could not find it, the pastor told his daughter that he would write a letter to her teacher explaining the loss and he would request for a replacement.

His daughter had looked up at her father and asked, "But, can't you ask God to help?". The pastor felt ashamed that he had not thought to pray for such a small matter. Immediately, he and his daughter prayed and asked for God's help. The next morning, the little girl was delighted when she spotted the badge by the back wheel tyre of their car. "Thank you God, thank you Daddy. God does care about the little things!", she whispered as she proudly pinned her badge back on.

I closed my eyes and asked God to help me find my camera screw. I thanked Him for the glorious day and told Him that I knew nothing was too small for Him.

As the group prepared to leave, I requested that we walked back across the bridge, CSI style, all abreast and eyes on the ground. We crossed the mid way point and as we walked on, my optimism waned. I thanked them all and said it was alright, that I would buy a replacement.

Suddenly, I heard a shout, "Is this it?" asked Amy as she walked towards us. There in her hand was the lost camera screw. I thanked God in amazement. How did that little screw end up at this end of the bridge? Why did Amy keep looking when we had all moved on?

I took the screw from Amy thanking her for persevering. She smiled. "Thank God", she said ever so gently.

"I did", I replied, humbled for I had wanted to be THE one to find the screw. But God used Amy instead.

I watched the Czech countryside whisk by as I sat in the van headed for our night stop. I smiled at the beauty around. God is so good. I keep learning more about Him and today, I learnt that nothing is too small for the Lord. Amen!