Little Things

Little things often seem so ... well, little.  I catch myself thinking -- why bother, it won't really matter, it's not enough.  The next time you are trapped in this thought-cycle, remember the following "borrowed blessing" by John Duckworth.

 

The Little Things.  God seems interested in little things. A widow's coin. The washing of a foot. The surrender of a small boy's loaves and fish. He makes much of little things -- as much as He wants to. He may call us to move mountains once in a while, but the rest of the time He has plenty of molehills to be re-located. He probably wants more encouraging notes sent than books written, more sandwiches shared than sermons preached, more Band-Aids applied than edifices built. That's good news for those of us who have only little things to work with. Like a cup of water. Or a chicken. Or a word or deed so tiny it can't even be remembered -- except by the recipient, who may never, ever forget.