It’s the Little Things
Little numbers on the scale, little words spoken, little words unsaid, little seeds and little seedlings…Little fingers and toes, little hugs, little squeals…
As much as I would, or think I would, like to have a monumental impact on the worlds around me, most of my life is made up of the miniscule.
My struggle to shed the extra weight that is producing increases in the little numbers that show up on a blood test (we’re talking milligrams here…) is a battle whose outcome is currently depicted by changes in the digits to the right of the decimal point! The biggest skirmish is the one that is happening in the synapses between my ears…How do I let the glowing red digits on the bathroom scale influence how I approach the day? I am learning to trust that what is today is not the harbinger of forever.
I’m looking to you, God, for strength and self-control to continue to make the little changes that must be made.
A few syllables of affirmation or allegation can make all the difference between a day I am ready to tackle and one I wish could be waited out under the covers. Why am I so easily elated or defeated?
God be my stability, my refuge.
I finally got enough space cleared near the gone-to-tiny-seed broccoli to transplant the little Armenian cucumber seedlings, and the Asian yard-long beans, both of which relish the increase in little degrees of heat. They love that the afternoons are creeping up into triple digits. Among the itty bitty blessings happening in that corner of the garden are a pill bottle containing broccoli seed, harvested from my bolted plants, and a whole host of as-yet-unidentified seedlings volunteering in the empty space! (The are either radish, broccoli or kohlrabi.) What a joyful sight!
Thank you, God, for the little blessing of unexpected sprouting!
The tiny fingers and toes (which I have not yet held) of newest grandson, home unexpectedly early, after an unexpectedly early delivery! The delighted squeals of his little-bit-bigger sister jumping holding her stuffed rabbit.
Papa-God, hold and keep baby and mama safe and healing, little-by-little, and bless dad and big sister with little delights.
And when I am tired from saying “No” to all the things, tired and discouraged, overwhelmed, give my heart the sabbath it needs…from the mess, from the pressure, from the boredom (food-wise), from the slogging and not seeing much progress, from the conflict and the condemnation…tired and on the verge of tears, and I don’t know what to do but slog on…I pray,
“Help me to be Your faithful steward in all the little things. Draw me, little-by little, near to Your heart and let me find little comforts there.” ‘Cause, although I am a wreck, and I could use a little help, please, I am still,
Following Jesus every day in the everyday,
Christi
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