God Cares About the Little Things

I was able to leave work an hour early tonight because I finished all of my projects early and the rabbi was leaving. I took it as an opportunity to get a little grocery shopping done since Ben was home with Owen. It was nice strolling through Meijer and taking my time. I leisurely walked through many departments until I made it over to the grocery side of the store. I got everything on my list and went to the checkout. After I paid for my groceries, I began walking toward the door as I fished through my pockets to find my leather gloves. I found one. The other was gone. I was very disappointed because they were new gloves and I really liked them. I couldn't figure out how I lost my left one. Where could it be? I had walked around the entire store!
My frozen foods were thawing (I was especially worried about my ice cream) so I took them out to the car before reporting my lost glove. When I came back into the store I went to the customer service desk to see if someone had turned in my glove. There was a black leather one there - but it wasn't mine. I asked the lady behind the desk to take my name and number in case somebody turned it in. After all, what good is one glove? She did so. Though I was short on time, I decided to quickly race through the entire store and glance down the aisles. I said a short prayer as I paced around. As I passed the baking aisle I noticed something at the end of the aisle underneath the shelf. It didn't look like my glove, but it caught my eye. I walked closer to check it out and IT WAS MY GLOVE! I know this may not seem like a big deal, but it just confirmed once again, that God cares about even the little things. It wouldn't have been a crisis to lose my glove, but I would have had to purchase another (not so nice) pair. It was a blessing to see God answer my prayer and prevent me from having another expense. Thank you, Lord!
As I was exiting the store for the second time, I passed by the customer service desk. I raised my glove to the same lady who had helped me to show her I had found it. She looked at me like she had never seen me before. So I said, "You can throw away my name and number. I found it. Thanks!" Without a smile, she said, "right." I'm thinking she had already tossed my information in the trash. Oh well!