A Pile of Tiles

Last night my wife and I played a game together called Rumikub. If you are not familiar with it, the game consists of a bunch of numbered tiles that you match up in ordered sets. Well, this morning, Adrian noticed the game and asked me to open it up for him. I knew he would enjoy playing with all of the tiles and setting them up on the racks like the picture on the box indicated, so I opened the box for him.

He played with the tiles for more than 15 minutes - which, for an 18-month's-attention-span, is pretty good. Eventually, he discovered the two tiles that were labeled as jokers/wilds. They had little faces painted on them instead of numbers. Out of all of the tiles, Adrian had settled on two that he wanted to play with. He put them on the racks and carried them around the house on little plastic plates. He knew that these tiles were more special than all of the others - and he treated them as such.

Lately, I've been questioning if God cares about individuals or if he is more interested in his creation as a whole. In other words, does God see his creation as billions of special creations or does he see it as a single creation? I've been questioning if God sees me as a Joker amongst a pile of numbered tiles or if all he sees is a pile of tiles - because, I feel more like one of the numbered tiles, one among many. I'm not sure if I would be the one to stand out as something special/unique. Does God really care about the particularities of our lives?

It seems in stirring up a bunch of tiles, Adrian has stirred up a bunch of thoughts in my mind.