A little boy and his snowman - my first-born. Love looked at him and held his small frame close. He would soon be a big brother, and I couldn't quite imagine it.
Memory plays tricks on us sometimes. I hadn't remembered the fragility of a newborn - the little curled fingers with the translucent nails - the tiny arms and legs. We brought him home to his brother who seemed to have grown in the short time I was away. Where had those sturdy legs come from? And when did he grow so tall?
It is, I suppose, a matter of perspective; all in the way we look at things.
Do you, like me, have a tendency to look at others and see how big they are? They are great writers, mothers, singers, career women, you name it, and I am so small in comparison. They have great numbers, terrific kids, amazing voices, name recognition, and I am unnoticed.
Perhaps we are looking with the wrong eyes. If we could see through His eyes, we would see what He sees. He has said the small would be great in His kingdom, and still we struggle to see anything of value. He says it isn't about numbers or fame or power or any of the things we tend to focus on. He says it's what we do for Him, in love, that counts.He says He can take our little and turn it into the miraculous.
There was a man named John who said He must increase and I must decrease. Jesus said there was no one greater than John. See yourself as He sees you. Give him your small and let Him make of it something grand. If you touch just one life in His name, you have done much.
Joining Lisa-Jo for Five Minute Friday - the word is small.