God Cares about Little Things

This afternoon, the two of us came home from running some errands and discovered we were locked out of our apartment.  A piece of Nancy's key had broken off in the lock without her knowing it when she locked it earlier. And now Mike's key wouldn't open it.  So, we called our landlady who said she'd call back in a few minutes because she was driving when we called.  We had nothing to do while we waited.  It was rainy and cool outside, so we just sat down on the stairway and waited.  We were both thinking of all the work that needed to be done inside, wondering how long it would take for a locksmith to arrive and open the door for us.  Suddenly, Nancy said, "I could try my key!"  She did, and the door opened! 

We still have to wait for the lock to be fixed, but at least we can get some work done while we wait and the need is no longer urgent.  It may seem like a little thing, being able to get into our apartment, but we realized that God worked in our behalf in this little thing.  Thank you, Lord!