It’s the Little Things
My friend Lance over at Jungle of Life got me thinking with his post, last Sunday. He posts this quote:
“Sometimes when I consider what tremendous consequences come from little things, I am tempted to think there are no little things.” ~ Bruce Barton
I immediately thought of the book about not sweating the small stuff, and how it's allegedly all small stuff. I do believe that we worry ourselves to death over small things that don't make a difference in the long run. But there are some things that can't be denied as the big rocks of life. Today, January 20, 2009 is a big stone, a stepping stone to a brave new world.
Over the weekend I was coming back to bed in the middle of the night and wanted to "stay tired" so I decided to walk back with my eyes mostly closed. They flew open when my foot slammed into the corner of our bed frame, separating two of the toes. The crack was so loud that it woke my husband, who had previously slept through six solid years of babies crying in the night. Still wanting to sleep longer, I mumbled I was okay and drifted off to dream again.
The next morning we took our youngest son on a 3 mile walk and I noticed I was in quite a bit of pain but pressed on anyway. It was a glorious morning with our son. It was much later that day when I remembered what happened the night before. It was six more miles of walking and two days later when the doctor confirmed my fears, yes, I had a "transverse fracture of the fifth tarsal." Translation, I broke my pinkie toe.
So back to the quote that Lance posted. My pinkie toe is a little thing. I'm hoping that there aren't tremendous consequences to come. Instead, I'm choosing today to pray for tremendous goodness to come from all the small things.
May all the small things of this new day, become large, by God's power and in His grace.