A Little White Rubber Bumper Dot
A few days ago we bought a trio pot, three small pots anchored to one tray. There were two to choose from and for some reason I turned them both over and realized one was missing its fourth little white rubber bumper dot that protects the surface on which it sits. Needless to say, we bought the one with four dots securely anchored to the tray bottom. I even pointed out to my husband that I wanted the one with all four protectors.
I washed it, filled it with three tiny ponytail palms, and placed it on a table, never noticing one bumper dot went missing.
Now here's the mystery: I made an onion soup, placing the onion skins in the disposal and turning it on. I did that three different times in a day, only to return later to find the onion skins sitting in the disposal. I carefully began pulling the onion skins out and walked over to the trash can to throw them away. I turned on the disposal again and was satisfied it finally cleared. So imagine my surprise on my next trip to the sink to see a tiny white bumper dot at the outer edge of the disposal.
I can't explain it and most people might dismiss it completely (like who cares about a little white rubber bumper dot anyway?) but I wonder if God might have simply delighted in the smallest of rescues to show me how much He cares about me, how much He cares about each of us.
Isn't that what intimacy is made of--shared experiences, large and small, that make our hard lives more bearable and sometimes even delightful?
I wish you a little white rubber bumper dot kind of day.
