God cares for and governs even the smallest details of creation perfectly.
He upholds the sparrow's wing, clothes the lily with his own beautifying hand, and numbers the hairs of his children. He holds the balancings of the clouds. He maketh the small drops of rain. He numbers every blade of grass in the fields, and atom of sand on the ocean's shores. He descends to an infinite detail, and builds a little universe in the smallest things. He carries on a process of growth in every tree and flower, and living thing; accomplishes in each an internal organization; and works the functions of an internal laboratory, too delicate for eye or instrument to trace. He articulates the members, and impels the instincts, of every living mote that shines in the sunbeam. . . . God is as careful to finish the mote as the planet, both because it consists only with his perfection to finish every thing, and because the perfection of his greatest structures is the result of perfection in their smallest parts or particles. On this patience of detail rests all the glory and order of the created universe, spiritual and material. God could thunder the year round; he could shake the ribs of the world with perpetual earthquakes; he could blaze on the air, and brush the affrighted mountains each day with his comets; but if he could not feed the grass with his dew, and breathe into the little lungs of his insect family; if he could not expend his care on small things, and descend to an interest in their perfection, — his works would be only crude and disjointed machines, compounded of mistakes, and maleformations, without beauty and order, and fitted to no perfect end.
— Dr. Bushnell