Emptying the Pocket

I love the first miracle of Jesus. He turned water into wine at a wedding. The hosts had run out of vino and God made man provided more. In comparison to His later miracles (i.e. "Lazarus, come out!") water to wine wasn't as spectacular. Let's face it, running out of drink at a wedding, while embarrassing and inconvenient, isn't a life or death-er. But the first miracle is spectacular in it's own right if you really consider it. Might Jesus care about the details of my life that matter to me? Those things that aren't life or death, but that simply matter to me?

This is a biggie for me. I have a tendency to only want to bring things to God that are spiritual or lofty or important or rank up there with life and death? I will stuff all my other concerns in my pocket with a mentality that screams, get over it, Mindy; get a real problem; stop worrying over stupid stuff; don't waste His time. Mind you, this has gotten to be one full pocket, b/c if you think about it, most of life is exactly the mundanes, the unremarkables, the not importants...the "running out of wine."

But maybe, just maybe, He cares about all those things? And maybe, just maybe, in emptying my very full pocket at His feet, I get to better know the Jesus who turned water to wine?

I'm thinking that's what it's all about anyway.