Little ideas become big dreams. One tiny ember sets a forest on fire. Sparks ignite across the fibers of the soul. They all start small. Sometimes I’m not comfortable with small. It seems too rigorous, too difficult, too long till fruition. But then I stop and think of the grace found in small. Grace to grow into being. Grace to be made able to handle the increased responsibility of the ever-increasing gifts.
Ringing in my ears now: “a man’s gifts will make room for him” from Proverbs 18:16. Start small and grow into each day. Then another thought: “do not despise the day of small beginnings”. My beginning matters. The small matters, so I accept it with grateful enthusiasm.
Well, I think there’s a reason for small. There’s a reason it keeps popping up when I’m reading my bible or engaging in conversations. I don’t want any dream to auto-awaken before its time and throw me head first into messy confusion.
I want to be able to enjoy the unfolding story of change. I want to be able to fully embrace the branches stretching out before me calling me to step out in faith. I want to fully participate in this right-now-life even if things seems small from my perspective.
There is grace enough in the small things. So today, I’ll stop. Breathe deep. Exhale slowly. Survey life around me. I am grateful for this quiet unfolding. I know it will grow to be an incredible oak fueling the rest of my dreams. In it’s shade I’ll find quiet respite empowering me to endeavor.
Every little idea coursing through my veins will come to pass at just the right time. When I look back at the end of my life, I want to be able to say: “as it grew so did my faith, and hope, and ability.”
Here are the details:
1. Write for 5 minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Be generous and leave an encouraging comment for the person who linked up before you. That’s the best part about this community.