I just had an interesting conversation with God in my laundry room. Why He cares to join me in my messy laundry room while I perform boring tasks, I don't know. But He does. And the conversation went something like this...
Me: "Lord, I need to find that white shirt to make sure there's no spot left on it before I dry it. Help me to find it."
I search through mounds of wet white laundry to no avail. Where is that shirt?
Me: "Okay, Lord, I know you're in control, but I just need to find that shirt. I don't want it to be permanently stained if I dry it."
I search a little harder.
Me: "I can't find it and I really need to! I know it isn't your fault Lord, and you are in control. But please help me to find it! I'm getting frustrated here."
God: "Maybe I don't want you to find it."
Me: That can't be God talking. God wouldn't say that.
I then search piece by piece, even pulling open the sheets to see if it is entangled in one.
Me: "Now this just doesn't make sense!"
God: "Maybe it's my will that you don't find it."
Me: "But that's just silly! Why would you want me to ruin a perfectly good shirt? What a waste! I know I put it in the washer and now it's vanished! This doesn't make any sense and I can't accept something that doesn't make sense as your will."
God: "Do you hear what you just said? Listen to yourself. Don't you trust me? You know that what I do doesn't always make sense to you."
"Okay. Fine. I don't understand it at all, but there's nothing I can do anyway. I give up. . . I trust you."
I throw the armloads of stubborn laundry into the dryer, close it, and stand up. . . only to discover the mysteriously missing shirt had fallen under me and was right there on the floor. At that moment, I hear the garbage truck outside and run to take my overflowing can out to the street. I would likely not have heard the truck, had I found that shirt earlier because I was headed for the shower right after that menial task.
And here's the (probably obvious) lesson: If we can't trust Him to help us with the little things in our days, like something as insignificant as laundry, will we trust Him when the big things come? Listen when God talks to you in the laundry room. He's saying something important right there through all the routine daily monotony, too.