I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Little things
It is the little things that make a life
Not the big things
The things that pull us
drive us
entrap us
It is the little things that make a life
Life is made
by taking a moment early in the morning
to drink a cup of coffee
and remember a loved one
it is made by that short walk through the woods
by seconds spent
gazing at the wonder of the mountains
It is made by the smile of a friend
a gentle touch
by a good morning text from a friend far away
by the smell of freshly baked rolls
by a picture of a grandchild
by the little moments
that if we are "in" them
if we notice them
not only touch
but transform our hearts
Wayne Muller recently wrote,
"When Jesus spoke of heaven, he spoke with an easy familiarity.
Heaven is like the mustard seed, he said, so
small, if you drop it on the ground you may lose it.
But if you place
it carefully in the earth and give it water, with time and care it grows
by itself into a beautiful plant, lush and full.
On a hot day you could
sit in it's shade and be cooled. The birds of the air build nests in
its branches and sing songs that make your heart sing.
Heaven, he said, is like that. "
So it is!
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