The Small Things

I am not an irresponsible person, but I have a terrible time getting small things done. This is strange, I know, for someone who is fairly Type A and also in medical school. You would think that I would be all organization and schedules, and I am for the most part. I like my house clean (not just neat, but actually free of germs), and I love to make lists. Sometimes I add things to my lists that I have already done, just so I can then cross them off. However, I hate (yes, actually despise) taking care of small details. I cannot think of anything worse than mailing letters (I like to write them, just not mail them), making phone calls, putting my insurance card in my car...I have no idea why these things, chores that take a total of two minutes, bother me so, but they do. And not only do I not want to do them, it bothers me that I have not done them. This vice of mine is also most annoying to my husband because he gets things done immediately, before I even knew they needed to be done. Anyway, I did not mean to be so long winded, but I needed to explain this side of myself in order to share a story of God's provision.

On Tuesday, I took a practice test at the testing center where I will take Step 1 next week. All the procedures were identical to the real test, so I had to show my driver's license and sign in. Of course, due to my above mentioned problem, I did not want to put my license back in my wallet-too much trouble even if I had thought to do it-so I put it in my back pocket. I did not think about said license again, and it would probably still be in my jeans pockets, on the hook in the closet without God's kind providence. (By the way, the hook system in my closet is another example of my problem...I do not want to hang up jeans that I am going to where again in two days, so I have hooks.) Well, yesterday I decided at the last minute to go to church for dinner, so I changed out of my sweats and into my jeans that were still hanging on the hook. These jeans are a bit too short, but I wore them anyway. On the way into church, I decided to try to pull my jeans down a bit, so I would not look like I was waiting for a flood, and much to my surprise, I found my driver's license in my back pocket. I am so thankful that my pants were too short, that I decided to eat at church, that I left my jeans hanging on the hook. God once again took care of me, even in this seemingly small thing, because next Tuesday I will be able to take my test, instead of arriving without my driver's license. Wow, how amazing to see God's hand even in the smallest things. I guess this is also a lesson that I need to work on getting the small things done.