Small

To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour. ~ William Blake

 
"Mom, Look!  Watch me!" the small voice cries for something big.  "I want to matter, to be noticed," he says within those words -- to matter to you -- to be seen.  And I see you, my son, I see what you do and I am amazed when I pause even for one brief moment.  When I stop the carousel of our life and I join you in now, I am simply blown away by the wonder of this small, magnificent gift of you.

God gives great things in small moments.  He, the Creator of all the majestic universes, comes into the smallness of humanity and even the containment of the human heart and makes small things significant by His presence.  

Can I grasp at the greatness of God through the eyes of this boy?  Whatever we do to the least of these, we have done it unto Him.  My child, you reflect living evidence of His great love and goodness.  Can I pause this day and see the wonder?  Mom, look ... Watch me ... What could be smaller, yet more monumental, than to pause and join now with my child? 

Linking up with Lisa-Jo at Five-Minute-Friday, Still Saturday and The Weekend Brew.
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