I adore animals. I just simply adore them. When I look at them, their beautiful paws (I have this thing about paws!), their colours and patterns and their personalities, I just plainly see the creativity and absolute love of our Creator. Think of a fluffy little kitten – can you just picture God’s personality when He decided to give them precious pink noses, tiny fluffy paws, fat little tummies and heart melting purrs? The Creator of the Universe, whose thumb is bigger than this planet, created cute! That always gets me!
One of my favourite places in the country is Marloth Park, a holiday destination in the bush, neighbor of the Kruger National Park. Here, wildlife come right up to your door – I had warthog roaming our kitchen before! But the zebra is what wins it for me; it is always the highlight of my stay, a very special treat. Even though wild, they come right up to you and allow you to pat and stroke them, they are just beautiful. This year I was so excited to go as it was over my birthday, so I made apple and oat treats for the zebras. We stayed for almost a week and my birthday was our second last day there. My prayer was simple – “Lord, please let the zebra come visit me, please!”
We are used to their visiting us on a daily basis, but I started to get worried when by the third day my only visitors were kudus, other buck, warthog (who loved tummy rubs) and a baboon trying to break in!
On my birthday we had all gone out for a game drive and were preparing to leave the next day. I was so sad, resorting to the fact that I would not play with any zebra this time round.
We got back from the game drive at about 4pm, and as we pulled toward our driveway there was an entire herd of zebra waiting at our door! I was so excited, I jumped out of the car and ran toward them. What makes this so special is that I could see they had been waiting for a while, because the baby zebra was already lying down in the shade relaxing. They do not wait around, if they see no one is there they move onto the next camp. I was in absolute bliss, even when they started to push me up against the wall for more oat treats!
God kept them there waiting for me, I just know it. Because He cares even about your small things!
Struggling to thread cotton through a needle? He cares! He’s watching you.
Deciding what to make for dinner? He cares!
Battling to find the next puzzle piece? He cares!
He may hold the universe in His hands, but He sees the small things you care about and He cares about them too!