“I lead a small life – well, valuable, but small – and sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven’t been brave?” – You’ve Got Mail
Lightning strikes; thunder resounds, shaking the house and the world all around it. In the enormity of the storm, I am small.
Waves lap a white-sand beach with not another soul for miles to see. With the vastness of the ocean before me, I am small.
Big eyes well up with trembling tears, calling “Mama!” In the face of pain I can’t fix, I am small.
There are better writers, bigger blogs. In the endless realm of the internet, I am small.
One woman after another, looking for help, for hope. In the face of enormous need, I am small.
And sometimes, I feel that being small makes me less important, less effective…just “less.”
But, the tiny pebble my son throws in the pond eventually sends ripples through the whole of it.
And, the eleven small men who hid in an upper room eventually changed the world.
Because they were small, but their God was not.
And neither is mine.
“Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be the glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, forever and ever. Amen.” Ephesians 3:20-21
On Friday, I like to link up with Lisa-Jo and write for five minutes flat…joining a community of writers who love words…and each other. Join us?