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Word Prompt - Small

SMALL – word prompt
Small, its really a big word because so many things in life are small. Small is a word that indicates existence. It is, even though it might barely be there. Many times it is in the Small of life that the beauty of life is found and that we figure out the big picture of life. The paradox of our one big scheme of life is that it is mostly made up of small miniscule moments fluttering by largely unnoticed. Pick up that scarlet leaf, curling up into an autumn claw and you’ll find a beautifully intricate design and a strikingly painted delicate leaf that shouts of God and yet may never be seen by anyone. Yes, many times God is found in the small. That one brilliant flower pushing its green neck up through the confines of broken concrete. Beauty in the small. The sleepily lifting lids of a newborn baby. Droopy with sleep, they rise and let us peek into the dazzling blue-white sclera whispering of pure untainted fresh from Heaven beauty. Beauty in the small. And its not just beauty in the small, but love in the small. That little old lady we know that lives in her tiny grandmotherly house and has her little yapping dog and her treasured trinkets and her special dishes. It’s love in a Small space. That silent wink, that singular pinky finger my husband gives me to hold in car rides. It’s love in the Small. That small patch of grass strewn with lawn chairs, plastic pools, and a confetti of big wheels and barbies, that’s our yard where so much play is made and steaks are grilled and smores are made over a fire pit spitting sparks. That’s love in the Small. That three year old hand that won’t go into new places without tightly curling around yours. Small fingers pressing palms and little feet shuffling behind. That one round button nose that crinkles and that tiny whisper that says, “Please don’t leave me, Mama”. That’s love in the small. Those pajama moments with fingers wrapped around hot cups, bed hair out of place. That’s life in the small. That child sprinkling pepper over simmering dinner, a tad too generously. That’s life in the Small. That friend sending me that note that I needed at just that moment to lift up my head and tell me God still loves me. That is life in the Small. And while most of life is lived in the small, and love and beauty are abounding in the small moments…Hope isn’t lost even if it is small and neither is faith. If only a few embers are glowing in a relationship or one small heart spark is still flickering in a dream…it may be small, but its still there..and there is still Hope…even if it is small. Small Hope can grow into uncontainable hope, small God given heart sparks can keep burning even if they have to stay small for years waiting to take flight at just the right time. Small still matters. In so many ways it matters in our lives and to God. Small smiles, small good night kisses, even a small sack of food to someone without, small changes over long periods of time…it all matters. In fact small faith is something that God says is not without value. Jesus says to His followers, “Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.” Faith even if it starts out so small, is still faith and can grow larger and larger into the great limbs of towering tree. Never underestimate small, in the small God teaches us that He is to be found in the unexpected and in the unnoticed and that sometimes He spends much time and energy on something that the world deems insignificant, unworthy, and small.  Elijah knew this to be true while He waited for God to come by in I Kings 19, The Lord said, “Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the Lord, for the Lord is about to pass by.” Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper. When Elijah heard it, he pulled his cloak over his face and went out and stood at the mouth of the cave”…there God was in the small gentle whisper. We are small. Small and just a speck in the realm of the universe and well we are to remember this sometimes when the problems of our lives seem to be overwhelmingly big. Sometimes in those moments of stress and fatigue it is good to go back to the simplicity of the small. That we are small, that God many times bestows gifts upon us in the small moments of our lives in a myriad of ways, and that even when we have blown it if we still have a mustard seed of faith we have not dropped off the course we have set out to follow Him. Small is important to our unfathomably Big God, who stooped down low to become microscopically small and begin his mission to win our small humanity to Himself and placed His Big Deity resting in the womb of a young girl. God is in the Big yes, of course…but He’s always found in infinite ways in the Small of our daily lives. His Grace is abundantly big and is packaged and presented to us in small ways all over our lives.


  1. You are so right! I love that we are all small and that we find Him in all the small ways in our lives.


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