You have kept count of my tossings; put my tears in your bottle. Are they not in your book? Psalm 56:8
I am not a detail person. But I’m married to one. She has seemingly hundreds of small details stored in her mind that she can call up whenever they are needed—whether it be phone numbers, special dates, what she fed people the last time they visited, or if the exchange rate on my expense sheet was accurate to the day, etc. I stand in awe of detail people. But there is one detail person that makes everyone pale in comparison. He knows when we sit and when we rise. He has counted the hairs on our head. And he counts every time I toss and turn on my bed when I am distressed. He counts my tears and saves them so as not to forget the pain they express. He records every thing about every part of my life—not expressed here as a threat of judgement—but as a comfort. God cares about what we care about. That is part of what makes him great! He is so great that he can give attention to the smallest details of our life as an expression of his loving care and mercy.