Little Things

I was thinking yesterday about being happy with little things.  And doing little things to make others happy.  Smiling, even when you don’t feel like it, is a wonderful thing.  It may help someone in ways you will never know.

It’s the little things in my garden that make me so happy. My garden is not large by any means and it is certainly not formal, but God can create in the tiniest flower a message fit for a king.

The delicate rosemary bloom makes me think of everything from remembering to kiss my husband goodbye in the mornings, to Cinderella’s glass slippers.

A beautiful Japanese maiden bows her head, arms out to her sides, showing off her exquisite kimono.  Do you see her?

When life seems unbalanced, a little time outside always helps me re-focus.

Little creatures go about their business, doing what God put in them to do. We’ve often had discussions here about animals doing what they were intended to do, following the instincts placed in them from the beginning.  Man, on the other hand?  We do have the gift of free will, but I know at least for myself I am very prone to wandering off course and getting my own ideas about things.

Sometimes just a tiny little thing can bring me back, like the frailty of a bug in a wide-open yard or a bird in a nest in the tallest tree.  Life at best is a brief walk through one tiny portion of an expanse of centuries.  Makes me feel really small and like I better do the best with what I have. 

Happy Tuesday,
Lynn