It’s the little things that bless our daily walks in this life.
It’s listening to a new song our congregation will learn this week in worship, presented to us on Facebook and ITunes. Technology is not always as blessing, but joining in worship with Australians Christians praising our Savior touched my heart.
It’s my sleepy kitty finally relaxing after frantically surviving a very close thunderstorm last evening, resting in the forgetfulness of peaceful contentment. We can learn a life lesson here too.
It’s the knowledge that God indeed answers prayers, and that Paul and Mary can hopefully prepare a nest for their new little one and get on with life. Living in a “staged condo” for months is like living in a very exposed fishbowl, especially with an active two-year-old. Little things like a piece of paper called a contract, or a diploma, or a certificate, make a very real big difference.
It’s the joy of celebrating another family birthday which reminds us of God’s sustenance and blessings provided in this life. We depend on His mercy for each breath, each shared moment, each memory.
It’s the warmth of opening an envelope, reading a heartfelt message of sympathy from friends in other places who care that my brother died recently, leaving a heart-hole for this season of time. Yes, it will fill, yes, the memories are sweet, but just knowing that someone’s sympathetic arm encircles me is a blessing.
It’s the hug from sweet little Kaley who says, “I love you gramma.” It’s her excitement when she is the big girl who flushes the potty, who can rejoice at seeing three different kinds of butterflies outside the kitchen window, and who can play ball with Grandpa. It’s the little things which bring smiles to wrinkled faces and tears to eyes for too long focused on the big important cares and things of this world.
It’s the God-washed creation this morning, sparkling and bright after the deluge of a storm last night. It’s the same attitude we need after being beaten down by news broadcasts, scandals, reminders of disease and looming death, and yearning prayers for comfort for loved ones. It’s a new day, another opportunity to get it right, to look with hope toward coming events, and to trust that indeed, everything’s going to be all right because God’s in charge.
And that’s no little thing.
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