“Go Ahead. Pray for It!”
Like Mary, I’m a “ponder it in your heart” gal. There’s a running dialogue in my head to God, a constant prayer in my heart which is a lovely, comforting thing. But sometimes it means I find myself praying for help with really silly things. Things that some would say are inappropriate supplications–like trying to find a parking space, that my jury duty will be cancelled, or trying to find Vodka for my 10 year-old’s birthday party. Okay, that last one requires some explanation.
We are a house of JK Rowling fans, so it was no surprise when Georgia wanted a Harry Potter themed party. Let’s do potions, I suggested, and started researching how to make simple perfumes and lip glosses. All the perfume recipes called for alcohol, and I just assumed it meant the rubbing variety. Silly Mormon me.
Stocked to the gills with essential and perfumed oils to which Georgia had given Hogwarty names, I decided to reread the recipe. OOPS. I needed a “scentless alcohol, like Eveclear or Vodka. Do NOT use rubbing alcohol!” I started to freak out as there was no way I could get to the liquor store and back before the dozen girls arrived.
When I panic, my prayers intensify. I don’t remember the words exactly, but my plea was one that I never thought I’d utter, “Dear Lord, I need me some Vodka stat!” As soon as I spoke it aloud I knew immediately I had to call my visiting teaching companion.
“Linda, I need Vodka!”I was preparing to launch into my bizarre explanation but she cut me off: “How much? I have a liter and can be right over.” I burst out laughing and said a second prayer of gratitude for the well stocked shelves of my dear gourmet friend.
A trivial and possibly inappropriate request? Sure, but when I examine the Savior’s life, his sermons and doings are filled with small, ordinary things: lost coins, stray sheep, widow’s mites, lilies of the field, loaves of bread. As a mom, my life is ruled by the ordinary, the trivial, the small. I deal with lost lunch tickets, stray gerbils, the multiplication of fractions, and lots of owies, both physical and emotional. As a Mormon, it can be tempting to look at the Savior, the creator of heaven and earth and feel like my trials and traumas are pretty inconsequential by comparison. But I truly believe that is not how God sees our lives. There’s a lovely scripture that reassures us regular folk that our efforts are not beneath the Lord’s notice: “Wherefore, be not weary in well-doing, for ye are laying the foundation of a great work. And out of small things proceedeth that which is great.”( D&C 64:33)
After all, Jesus’ first public miracle was to turn water into wine for a wedding feast. If the Lord cares about party beverages, why wouldn’t he care about Georgia’s party favors? I’ve truly come to believe that God is mindful of all our trials and triumphs. If it matters to us, it matters to Him. And that is no small thing.