Consider the sparrows

I love to watch shows about disasters. One series I recently watched dealt with plane disasters. Grim subject I know, but my interest is in the investigation after. It fascinates me to watch the team as they try to find the problem that caused the accident.

One episode dealt with a plane that burst into flames after landing. They discovered a piece of the wing had dislodged and punctured a gas tank (don’t question my technical knowledge here – cause I know nothing about planes and how they are built). At the end of a long and convoluted investigation they found that a bolt was missing a tiny washer. This washer kept the bolt, which had been designed too small, from falling through and allowing the piece to dislodge.

One seemingly insignificant washer caused an airplane to burst into flames and claim the lives of those who were unable to get off in time.

Sometimes I feel insignificant. I feel as though my voice is a drop in the ocean. I’ve done nothing of interest, nothing of value. This is the way I measure myself when I’m indulging in self-pity.

But maybe I’m that tiny washer. Maybe I can’t see the bigger picture and the part I play. I just need to trust God and trust his plan and believe that he understands and knows what I can’t see. It is enough for me to do my little part and accept that a designer and creator is managing the whole show.

Maybe you are a washer too?

Luke 12: 6-7 “Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of
them is forgotten by God. Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered.
Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.”