The Little Things That Seem So Big
Wherefore he saith, When he ascended up on high, he led captivity captive, and gave gifts unto men. Ephesian 4:8
Early one morning, I was out walking my dog. My mind was racing with the anticipated hustles and bustles of the workday that lay ahead. Walking fast… walking slow… talking stern and talking soft… I was desperately trying… to get my little dog to hurry up and do his business.
However, my usually semi-obedient dog wasn’t going along with the program. In the drama of my frustration, as the sun began to rise… I looked down… and at my feet was a mushroom that appeared to be laughing at me.
It was such an amusing sight, that I automatically took out my cell phone and snapped a picture. I wish that I had taken a better photo; because, this likeness doesn’t give justice to the little mushroom that I saw that morning.
Right there, in the middle of unkempt weeds was a smiling face. While staring at the happy looking mushroom, I began to praise God. For getting my attention, so that I could see the beauty in the dawning of that new day. That was many months ago.
I thought about that mushroom today, as I was praying for someone. I prayed in Jesus name, that He would let… my small act of kindness bring the individual joy amid their weeds today. That the individual would feel the tranquilly of God’s peace, which surpasses all understanding.
I thought about the things that bring me joy. Not the big things! Not the things that get you a pat on the back or a seat at the head table… Not the big things that I once craved… But the little things that seem so big, since Jesus touched me and showed me that He is real. A touch that is renewed daily, through prayer.
I thought about the little things that seem so big. Like spending hours each day, writing a book because you believe there is a message that must be told. Not just because you hope, millions will be sold.
I thought about the little things that seem so big. I thought about the many talented people that I have met, thus far. Who allow their gifts to rust, chasing unauthorized dreams or just sitting… by the side of the road.
I thought about my gifts, the little things that seem so big… gifts, which God gave me, in order to be of service in His Kingdom. I know that I can’t preach like Paul or sing like a canary. But, I can tell someone about Jesus.
I thought about the little things that seem so big. Like when someone says, “Thank you” for doing a job that you’re paid to do. I thought about this day, I’m thankful for my daily bread. This day, as I count my blessings, the good far out weights the bad.
This day, I’m grateful, for the little things that seem so big. A little mushroom that seemed so big. Thank you, Jesus.
God Bless… I am Wiley’s granddaughter.