I am kind of a short gal. On a good day, I clock in at five feet, two inches. I know, I know—that’s not exceptionally short, but my height sometimes causes issues when it comes to reaching the top shelf of the pantry or trying to hang a picture that is just out of reach.

Although I might be short in stature, I sure am glad that I worship a really big God.

But even though God is big, mighty and powerful—he still cares about the “small stuff.” [Read more…]