Some people have a gift for writing words that just speak to a person’s soul in perfect lyrical phrases. Lisa Jo Baker is one of those writers. I read her blog & find myself nodding, “Yes. Yes; that’s it exactly. Thank you!”
And I’m technically challenged, so here’s my best attempt at a link:
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One of the reasons I came back to my blog was to participate in Lisa Jo Baker’s “Five Minute Fridays.” She gives her readers a word & challenges everyone to write for 5 minutes using the word for inspiration. Today, the word is SMALL.
He hugs me tight with his small little arms. I look down at his blond head, & he looks up at me with his shining blue eyes & smiles, grinning with his little white teeth.
Happy. Giggly. Cuddly.
This 4 year old little boy that makes my heart smile.
He’s small. But not as small as he was the day they placed him in my arms, & I laughed through happy, exhausted tears.
A surprise blessing in a perfect little package.
And I think, he’s small, yes, but so, so huge in my heart.
Often times, the smallest things take up the biggest places in the heart, you know.
Faith as the grain of a tiny mustard seed.
The first tiny bloom of spring. A dandelion clutched tightly in a tiny fist. A tiny ray of sunshine after a storm.
It doesn’t take a big thing to make a difference. We can be little.
Because, sometimes? Sometimes, all it takes is a small smile, a small gesture, a small random act…
A small flicker of hope in the darkness that whispers, “Hold on.”
Faith like a small child. Faith as small as that tiny mustard seed.
And, even when my trust is tiny & I have a hard time believing, God says, “My child, you don’t have to be big. It’s okay.”
There’s a beauty in the small.