Recently my youngest came to me with a problem. He used his summer fun money to buy Speks and was missing two tiny magnet dots. It's significant because without each dot you cannot complete the cube. The toy is so much less cool. We looked and found one on the carpet in his room (a small miracle in itself with the landmine it can be of Mega Bloks and Lego). The last tiny Spek was still missing. It was late so I told him to continue his search the next day.
The next morning he continued to look. I had forgotten about it and had started my usual day off doing laundry and other tasks. He had been looking for quite some time and finally he said, "I know what to do! We should say a prayer!" Remembering what he was talking about, I agreed- "yes! We should definitely do that." In the back of my mind I thought about the facts: this Spek is the size of a sesame seed. You've been looking for hours and it's nowhere to be found. Our house in comparison is massive, and with it being summer it's also not as tidy as it should be so... my mind was doubtful. But like so many times before when I prayed to find something, I was hopeful that our little prayer would work. Just to be safe though, I added in a "but if not" phrase: "but Lord if we don't find it, help him to know that you do answer prayer, just not always in the way we hope."
After praying with him I decided to utter my own silent prayer, "Lord, I know you answer prayer. Please. If this can help my son know that you answer prayer, please help Him to find it. I want him to know You are there, because I know You are." My son ran upstairs to continue the search when I looked around. I grabbed the kitchen chair and ran my fingers down the metal. There it was. His Spek!
We said a prayer of thanks that the lost was found. I couldn't help but just feel extra appreciative of my opportunity to testify that prayer works to my young son. What followed was a profound thought in my mind: You are not a speck. I felt strongly in that moment that I needed to share with others that God cares about the specks - but that you are not a speck. You are so, so much more. If he cares about the "speks" in our lives imagine how much more He cares about you!
This toy... this tiny Spek meant something to the creator of the Universe- not because it completed a cube and made the toy more interesting (okay maybe that too), but what it was able to do for both my son and I. My son learned, as he has in times past, that prayer works. I was reminded that God is completely and utterly aware of each one of His children and that they matter greatly to Him. You are not a speck in His eyes.
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P.S. I wanted to add that this experience happened and I shared it with people at church the following Sunday. Later that same day, I read my Father-in-Laws blog and he shared the exact same message. Someone out there needs to know that they are not a speck. I hope you see this and that the truth of who you are and how much you are valued is revealed to you. ❤️
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