When my daughter was packing to move this summer, she found a small plastic container of salt. "Mom, look what I found!" she said.
Two years ago, when we were moving out, she had thought, "I know we aren't taking much with us and we won't have any spices for cooking. And Mom has enough on her mind already." So she packed a small container with a little salt.
I had, indeed, packed a few spices when I packed a box of kitchen utensils, being very careful to take only what we had duplicates of. So Becca never unpacked the little container.
That little container contains, not just salt, but a story, a "lower story" of a precious child who feared that I would forget a small item that she really felt was needed, and who took care of it herself, without asking me. An "upper story" of a great and gracious and loving God who knows my every need and does not forget to "pack the salt." And a change in thinking, to remember to ask God for the little things as well as the big, and to trust that He will get the priorities straight.
Isaiah 43:18-19 “Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland."