I count everything. Everything.
I know it takes 20 more steps to walk between Fourth and Fifth Streets on Iowa Avenue than there are on any other block from the Mississippi River to my house. I know the alley next to my home is three steps narrower than the alley on Fifth and Fourth Streets and six steps narrower than the one on Third Street. When I worked at a restaurant in town it was 9 steps from my work table to the display case. Ten steps to the sink. My bed is four steps from the door.
I know without looking there are six pens, two highlighters and two scissors in the pencil cup on my desk. What color are the highlighters? I don't have any idea. I count and that's all.
Why do I do this? I have no idea. But I've been doing it as long as I can remember.
I might have a disorder of some kind.
What do I do with this information? Well, it should be obvious to you that I blog about it. It's absolutely useless information. My mind is full of it. (What was the new sports craze in Europe at the time of Jonah (of the "big fish" fame)? That's right! Ice skating.) See??? What could I ever do with that knowledge? Blog.
Moving on...
Counting seems... mundane. Only bean counters should count. Hence the name "bean counter."
Unless...you happen to be God. He thinks quite highly of counting. It's how He shows us He loves us.
Luke 12:6-7 from the Message Bible tells us "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.
The number of the hairs on my head... and that number changes daily. But that's how important I am to Him. And so are you. He counts the things we would consider to be so little, so trivial, there's no need to know that number. He knows how many hairs you have and what color they should really be. Something that is the least noteworthy about us is something important to Him.
Like knowing it takes 284 steps from my office to my front door. Who cares about that number? Except God.
He cares about you and what happens to you. Every. Little. Detail. Nothing is outside of His attention to detail when it comes to His beloved... you. He hasn't forgotten you... or me... for one moment.
You can count on it.
I know it takes 20 more steps to walk between Fourth and Fifth Streets on Iowa Avenue than there are on any other block from the Mississippi River to my house. I know the alley next to my home is three steps narrower than the alley on Fifth and Fourth Streets and six steps narrower than the one on Third Street. When I worked at a restaurant in town it was 9 steps from my work table to the display case. Ten steps to the sink. My bed is four steps from the door.
I know without looking there are six pens, two highlighters and two scissors in the pencil cup on my desk. What color are the highlighters? I don't have any idea. I count and that's all.
Why do I do this? I have no idea. But I've been doing it as long as I can remember.
I might have a disorder of some kind.
What do I do with this information? Well, it should be obvious to you that I blog about it. It's absolutely useless information. My mind is full of it. (What was the new sports craze in Europe at the time of Jonah (of the "big fish" fame)? That's right! Ice skating.) See??? What could I ever do with that knowledge? Blog.
Moving on...
Counting seems... mundane. Only bean counters should count. Hence the name "bean counter."
Unless...you happen to be God. He thinks quite highly of counting. It's how He shows us He loves us.
Luke 12:6-7 from the Message Bible tells us "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.
The number of the hairs on my head... and that number changes daily. But that's how important I am to Him. And so are you. He counts the things we would consider to be so little, so trivial, there's no need to know that number. He knows how many hairs you have and what color they should really be. Something that is the least noteworthy about us is something important to Him.
Like knowing it takes 284 steps from my office to my front door. Who cares about that number? Except God.
He cares about you and what happens to you. Every. Little. Detail. Nothing is outside of His attention to detail when it comes to His beloved... you. He hasn't forgotten you... or me... for one moment.
You can count on it.
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