God in a Care Bears Sticker

Image by Tú Thúy from Pixabay

Each morning I wake up and write at least three positive things from the day before to remind myself I will almost always have a very good day—even though I might wake up wanting to crawl back under the oh-so-comfy covers.

One morning, when the exhaustion hit an intolerably high point, I ended my “positives” list with the Care Bear stickers Shamara, one of our ESL tutors, slipped onto my desk when I stepped out of my office the afternoon before. I closed my prayer with gratitude for the person who cared enough to give me a Care Bears sticker.

A few days earlier, Shamara overheard me exclaiming over the cuteness of the sticker and my love for Care Bears when I saw it in a friend’s planner—and later on my sister’s desk. [Confession: I might have whined a little that I didn’t receive a sticker].

Of course, seeing the sticker on my desk that day made me squeal. But my gratitude comes from something more; it comes from knowing someone is paying attention in even the little things.  Furthermore, the tiny, cheerful Care Bears sticker is evidence of El Roi, the God who sees me. He knew I needed something in that moment when Shamara slipped into my office, He knows I need the reminder of this gesture to get me through the daily mayhem. So, the Care Bears greet me every morning when I open my planner.

I am not impressed by jewelry and fancy cars, but God knows cute stickers with bears and bunnies and (of course) sunflowers will delight me for days and days and days.

10 thoughts on “God in a Care Bears Sticker

  1. revruss1220 says:

    You have a good, observant friend there. And I love the idea of the routine of writing a “daily positives” list. No matter what kind of day it has been, there are always some of those, aren’t there.

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