Life teaches us not to bother God with minor things, but if you want to know how great our God is, find him in the small miracles. It shows you how much He loves you and that He cares about even the insignificant things.

About eight months ago, at the end of my tether, I found myself with half a loaf of bread, no butter, no tea, and no plan. Broken, I prayed many prayers, but it felt like they were stuck inside me.

That evening, my cousin sent me enough money to buy a few necessities: bread, tomatoes, and a small tub of margarine, and I was so grateful. As I stared at my empty fridge, I said, "God, I just want a piece of cheese. I am grateful for the bread, don't get me wrong, but I miss cheese." I walked over to unplug the fridge to spare my last few units of electricity.

I asked a friend to buy these little items in the neighboring town because it is cheaper, and that evening, her daughter delivered the welcome little yellow bag. It had been a while since those two, well, to be honest, one-and-a-half slices of bread since the poor little half-wild kitten that lived in the complex cried so forlornly.

I am ashamed to admit I tore into that plastic bag before they were even properly outside the gate, and then I just stared. Right on top, there lay a small packet of cheese slices.

I hadn't asked her for cheese or even mentioned it, knowing I would probably be a bit short and that she wouldn't mind.

Knowing how scatterbrained she could be, I made myself call and ask if she had forgotten her cheese. She remained quiet for a few seconds and then laughed. "No," she said. "A small voice whispered to me as I passed the aisle, enjoy it."

We both knew which small voice she meant since she is also a Christian.

I burst into tears, and even as I gratefully carried my little treasure to the counter and carefully unwrapped a slice, something occurred to me. . . If God cares about me wanting cheese, then why would he not care about more urgent matters, like me having no idea how I would pay my rent? But that is a story for another time.

God isn't just there for the life-or-death moments. He is there for every moment, from when your eyes open in the morning until they close at night, all through the dark hours, but we must allow Him in. We need to be open to what He has for us. He wants us to have a life worth living that is for our good and His

That sigh for a piece of cheese came from the depths of my soul like a cry for help, and it was because it wasn't just about cheese. It was my spirit crying against a situation that left me helpless, and, in that moment, I submitted, and the Holy Spirit said what I could not.

I needed my situation to change, and it started with ten slices of cheese on a cool August evening. Not all at once, but piece by piece, as I opened up to the understanding that I was not alone, and I had never been. That my Father cared for the important things, the trivial things, and the things I had not dreamed of or yet imagined. Although I didn't know it, a door had already opened, a path had been made through the wilderness, and the waters started to flow in the desert.

Over the next few days, the Holy Spirit brought this verse to my attention until I took notice of it and accepted it as truth.

Isaiah 43:19

For I am about to do something new. See, I have already begun! Do you not see it? I will make a pathway through the wilderness. I will create rivers in the dry wasteland.