Do You Wonder If God Cares?

Do you ever wonder if God is thinking about you?  Do you ever wonder if God is concerned about what you’re going through?  I mean really, God is so big, after all.  He’s so important.  He has an enormous amount on His plate.  (At least in my comprehension)  Why should God bother with little ole us?  You ever think that?  I think the psalmist David must have wondered something like that at some point.  Read his thoughts…

“When I consider your heavens, the work of your finger, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is mankind that you are mindful of them, human beings that you are for them?” Psalm 8:3,4.

David was astounded by the realization that God, in all His vastness and majesty, is mindful of little ole us – mere human beings.  But He is.  God is more than concerned about us.  He’s heavily invested in us.  As in, God gave His Son to die for us so that we could join Him in Heaven when our time on this planet is over.

But what about while we still occupy this planet?  How do we know God is mindful of us and cares about us?  Let me introduce you to Rachel….

When I arrived in North Carolina at the hotel for the She Speaks Conference in July, I checked into my room, met my roommate, unpacked my things and went to meet another friend.  Earlier I heard some women saying, “You have to check out the prayer room!”  “I love the prayer room!”  So, before I turned in for the night, I decided to check out the prayer room.

About 10:45 p.m., I made my way to the first floor and through the long hallway to the convention center side of the hotel.  There I found an easel that said “Prayer Room” outside one of the conference rooms.  Here I was.

Opening the door, I felt the tranquil atmosphere.  Candles were lit.  Worship music was playing.  Tables were draped with white cloths and printed prayers lay on top.  On one of the tables set a wicker basket.  I looked inside the basket and found folded prayer cards.  The instructions that lay beside the prayer basket let us know to pick up a prayer card, write down our request and put it in the basket or simply pick up a prayer card or two and pray for someone else’s need.  I did the latter.

I grabbed a handful of prayer cards, curled up in the leather chair in the corner and opened the first card.  I read the request and prayed for the woman’s need.  I set the prayer card on the seat beside me and opened another card.  I did this several times before I opened a card that grabbed my attention.

The name on the top of the card said “Rachel from Cincinnati, Ohio”.  I read how Rachel was overwhelmed.  Rachel knew she was called to a specific ministry.  She listed several things she knew God was directing her to do.  Yet she didn’t know how she would do it all.  The anguish that cried out from that 3×5 card was recognizable.  It has been my own anguished cry in times past.  It’s the cry that questions, “I have so much on my plate already.  God, how can I add this new thing you’re calling me to to an already overwhelmed schedule?”

When I read Rachel’s prayer request, my heart went out to her.  I’m familiar with where Rachel is in life.  I once was where Rachel is.  (I still find myself in that place at times.  Actually, I’m in that place so often… I know how to do that that place.)

After seeing Rachels’ heart on that card, I knew I had to talk to her.  God had given me a word to speak to Rachel.  Now all I had to do was find her among the 800 women registered for the conference.  And who even knows what Rachel looks like?  Not me.

I got back to my room and told my new friend/roommate Christina Hubbard and my special friend Michele O’Leary about the prayer room and Rachel.  I told them, “God is going to send me to Rachel.  I know it.  I am going to find Rachel somehow.  God will bring us together.  I have a message from God for her.”  I was fully convinced.

The next day was my meeting with the book publisher.  I hurried upstairs where the meetings took place and found a seat in front of Gary Meyers’ door.  Shortly after I sat down, a young woman scooted passed me and sat down by the bag that was sitting in front of the chair next to me.

I said, “I’m sorry.  Did I take your seat?”  “No.”  she replied, “You’re fine.”  She then got out of her chair and walked up to the registration table.  The young lady handling registration asked, “What is your name?”

“Rachel.”

My eyes shot up from the paper I was reading.  “Excuse me.  Are you Rachel from Cincinnati?”

“Yes.”  She looked at me curiously.

“I know we’re both going in for our publisher appointments but will you wait for me when you’re finished?  I have something to tell you.”

“I can do that.”

I don’t know what was going through her head at that moment.  Rachel from Cincinnati may have thought I was a nut but I knew I had to talk to her.

Rachel finished her publisher appointment a few minutes after I did and I asked her if she would sit down and visit with me.

We sat down and I shared that I had read her card in the prayer room and I knew that God was going to bring her to me because God wanted her to know something.  Her eyes began to well up with tears as she listened like a thirsty soul longing for a refreshing drink.

“Rachel, God didn’t call you to this ministry to overwhelm you.  He doesn’t want you to strive to make anything happen.  You don’t have to worry and you don’t have to strive to figure it out.  Just do what God tells you to do and He will open the doors.  You don’t have to open doors.  You just prepare what God lays on your heart and when the time is right the door will open.”

Tears were streaming down her face at this point as she nodded her head yes.  Those words were comforting to her and reassured her that she would be able to handle the future and all the responsibilities in her care.  After all, the future wasn’t hers to figure out.  It was God’s.

I told Rachel one more thing…

“Rachel, my last blog post before I came to this conference was, Something of the Divine Nature Is about to Happen.  Rachel, this is that.  This is that divine moment God had planned.  I want you to grasp how much God loves you and know that He has heard your overwhelmed cries.  He brought a stranger from Oklahoma all the way to North Carolina to read your prayer card so He could give you a message.  Out of 800 women, He put us at the same place at the same time so He could show you in a divine way that He hears you.  You are my divine appointment for this conference.  God has heard your prayers and He cares.  He’s been thinking about you all this time.  God loves you.”

I’m still blown away by that day.

How many times have we wondered if God even notices us?  How often have we prayed questioning if God is even listening?  Sometimes God seems so far away.  So distant.

But yet, Psalm 8 tells us that God is mindful of us.  We are on His mind!  He is for us!  And I believe it.  I believe it because He’s proven Himself to me time and time again.  And I believe it because I saw how He met Rachel in her time of need and I saw the length to which He went to meet that need.

Rachel and I were total strangers in a hotel with over a thousand people in it.  It wasn’t coincidence that we were in the same place at the same time.  It was providence that brought us together.  It was God’s divine providence because God loves Rachel and He wanted to show us both something magnificent.

God showed us that He’s always thinking of us and always concerned about us.

Friend, God is always thinking about you and He’s always concerned about you.  He cares about you.  Don’t believe me?  You’re reading this blog post right now aren’t you?  You could’ve been looking at anything else on the internet but you’re here.  Reading that God loves you and cares about you.  That’s not coincidence, Friend.  That’s divine providence.   Just for you.

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4 thoughts on “Do You Wonder If God Cares?

  1. I love the word providence. Place divine in front and it is perfect in Him. He makes all things happen in His timing. I also love the vision of allowing Him to open the door, we do not have to. Gwen, you inspire me to let go and let Him. Thank you for that! Love ya “My Special Friend”.