I think I am part barometer.
But that's just a side note...here's the thing. The storm kept me wide awake for a good 2 hours, until it was nearly time to get up anyway. And as I lay there listening to the deluge of rain pounding on our roof and windows, for some reason I was picturing the size of the earth, the vastness of the universe, the greatness of God, and just how small I am in the scope of things.
A friend of ours came to speak at a ladies conference at our church two years ago, and she made the comment that after going through some extreme trials in her life, including the death of her husband, she now considers sleepless nights an indication that she and God must need to talk.
I liked that.
So since I was up, I decided to do the same thing. And I kept talking to Him about how big He is and how small I am, that our little family is like these four little specks in His universe, and yet He cares for us. I really believe that. Luke 12:7 says God even knows the number of hairs on our heads, which is amusing to me because I have enough hair for at least three people - some days I think I look like Loretta Lynn, though unintentionally - so that's a lot of hair to keep up with! But He's got it numbered. He knows.
I trust and believe that even though we are tiny and He is great, that He is intimately acquainted with the details of our lives. Even the smallest details. His Words says it, and I've experienced it.
Sometimes I don't always "feel" it, but that's why my life is centered on faith not feelings. Feelings change constantly. But faith trumps feelings every time.
And I have faith that the great God of this universe knows. That He sees. That He loves. That he cares. Even for little old me.