How often I am tempted to despise the “small things” in search of the “big things.”
Again and again I realize: God never does.
I just read the beautiful story of a woman with multiple sclerosis, as told by Corrie Ten Boom. Imprisoned to her couch day after day, with limited control of only one small finger, she spent her days slowly translating portions of the Bible and Christian books on an old typewriter, to pass out to Christians in Soviet Russia. As she typed painstakingly slowly, she prayed for the writers of the Christian books.
One day Corrie Ten Boom visited her, and cried out silently to the Lord, “Why don’t you heal her?”
The woman’s husband answered her unspoken question: “God has a purpose in her sickness. Every other Christian in the city is being watched by the secret police, but because she has been sick so long, no one ever looks in on her…
She is the only person in all the city who can type quietly, undetected by the police.”
Corrie Ten Boom looked around the room and saw how the woman had given all she had, and how pleased the Lord was with the offering of her one small finger.
“Today we got a letter from her husband,” Corrie concluded the story. “In the early morning hours last week she left to be with the Lord. But, he said, she had worked up until midnight that same night,