As I Wash the Clothes Again

As I wash the clothes again

Thr mundane repetition

Not some great humanitarian feat

For any but who wears them.

And it dawns on me the import

Of what it is I’m doing.

I am washing clothes of Jesus

It is Jesus I am serving.❤

Little Bird

Little bird in the tree, are you looking at me?

Or are you finding a path to fly by?

Should you take off in flight or jump from branch high

And come to the ground for some feed?

Little bird, way up high in the branch, wonder why

There is never a worm in the air?

You have to fly down to the dangerous ground 

To eat that plump worm that is there.

Little bird, it is tempting to swoop down to eat some worm soup

But trouble is there from the cat on the stair. And it is smarter to be thin and up there.❤

The Jiggly Rockin’ Picnic Table

What a blessing little details in life are. After baseball practice with me and my kids are the park we stopped to play at the playground. And I sat on the shaded picnic table and what do you know, it juggled and rocked when I rocked on it. How did God know I wanted to rock on a rocking chair while waiting for my kids to play? So cool. Lol Yes it may be damaged, but I am really digging this rocking picnic table.

The Little Things

“We must not, in trying to think about how we can make a big difference, ignore the small daily differences we can make which, over time, add up to big difference that we often cannot foresee.” ~Marian Wright Edelman

The tiny things add up. When working for the Lord, which we are all inevitably doing as called out ones, we must not neglect the tiny tasks by working tirelessly on the big ones. Sometimes we make a bigger long term difference, a more impactful difference, by stopping in our tracks and listening to a friend, worshipping with a song, writing an encouraging letter, smiling at the overwhelmed momma in line or just resting to recharge. We have no idea what out little acts of kindness will produce, but enormous armies may be moved by the morale of the commander. An enormous ship is moved by a tiny rudder. A mighty inferno is started by a spark. This information is true for good or evil. How exciting to be a proponent of good! How fabulous to be the anonymous reason someone did not resort to violence, felt better, forgave, sent good on to someone else, etc. How fabulous it would be to stand before the Lord and hear Him say that we did what He wanted. What a tremendous and beautiful thought!

Reminiscances

There are some precious memories we store up of childhood adventures and things and places that we will never get back but becomes a part of who we are nonetheless. At the time of childhood, these things are not given much thought usually and are passed over very casually in a hurry to get to the next thing or go to the next place, usually scheduled. Some such things are tiny, like certain toys you played with at your house or a good friend’s or relative’s house. Some are places, like a favorite park or creek you played in or at. Some are experiences, like stealing a roll of life savers and your dad taking you back in to the store for you to confess to the store manager. Some things slip by, but it is the little things that lay together to be the foundation of your soul, your security and basis for many of your views of life. Thinking about many of these little things has caused me to think about living more purposefully with my kids so I linger on those details and give them what they need to string together a strong base. I sometimes wrestle with this with my oldest because his father and I divorced when he was 4, so I wonder if I broke his foundation. But where there are little breaks and tears and maybe huge fissures in the foundation, I know from personal experience that God can step in and not heal but fill in all those fissures and fractures with Himself for a more glorious purpose. And where the Lord is, there is beauty. And where we live on purpose for the Lord, there is hope for our children to love Him as much as we do or more. So, the little things are not an end of themselves but a tool to help create diversity and from that diversity, God paints His kingdom mural. When we do the best to give our children meaningful childhoods, God is redecorating the world for its and His greater purposes.