Today’s prompt: Small
Sometimes the steps I take seem small. I wonder if I’ve somehow lost direction, or where I’m even going. I ask myself if anyone notices. Each decision in the every day job of mothering, however tedious. Whether to correct my child or let him figure it out on his own. Whether to let that snarky comment ruin my day. Recognizing that sometimes a hug is all a boy needs.
In the shower is the water beats down my back, I pray. I’m reminded of the connectedness. How each decision, however minuscule it may seem, affects the greater whole. Each stride, a stitch in this great canvas which is my life, and even though I don’t see the beauty of it all now, God sees. He is the beginning and the end. He is outside of the confines of time. Eternal.
When my prayers seem tiny, I remember they go before an infinite God. How He takes faith the size of a mustard seed and uses it to move mountains. When my goal seems distant, I remember the Spirit who is working through me. When I forget why I continue to press forward, I remember the person who spoke to the lonely woman at the well. Who took notice when no one else would. Who healed the blind man who’d waited for years for a miracle he thought would never come.
This is my prize. My end. To take one small step each day, little by little, to become more like the One who humbled himself for a person so underserving, me.