Who cares if I eat cookies for dinner, wear the same socks for days in a row, land in bed at 6:30.

Who cares if I pile my plate, ignore the dirty windshield, spread out under the covers.

Who cares if I watch the recording at midnight, leave the back door unlocked, sing pretty loud off key.

Who cares if I splurge on the souvenir, arrive 20 minutes late, leave the walls and shelves bare. 

Rats.  Nobody.  Absolutely nobody.

But

God cares that I feel Him with me, grow in His spirit, nourish in His word.  He cares that I’m provided for, defended against, met in the midst.  He cares that I see Him, hear Him, recognize Him.

He cares that I know He cares.