The Little Things

by Elouise


Sometimes I make things way too complicated. Too big. Too immense. Way beyond my reach.

It’s one thing to have dreams. Big dreams. It’s another to live fully within the time God gives me each day: 24 hours. No more, no less.

This morning I woke up full of good energy and ideas about what I would do today. As it turned out, today wasn’t at all what I expected.

Simple. Keep it simple. One thing at a time. Stop and rest. Eat. Ponder. Breathe. Be like a bird. Or a flower of the field. Just take it for what it is. Usually it’s something close at hand. Something simple. Staring me in the face. Almost overlooked. Yet life-giving when I give myself to it.

Here’s a little poem from Amy Carmichael that celebrates simplicity. It doesn’t scorn or trash the grand things “up there.” It celebrates them–their beauty and their beckoning call. Grand dreams are wonderful. So, too, are the little things “quite low.”

I Want to Climb the Air

I want to climb the air;
I want to find the stair,
But I cannot find it anywhere.

I know quite well there are
Great things up there—far, far;
I should like to stand upon a star.

But though I cannot go
So far away, quite low
Many little, lovely, dear things grow.

Amy Carmichael, Mountain Breezes: The Collected Poems of Amy Carmichael, p. 431; © 1999, The Dohnavur Fellowship, published by Christian Literature Crusade. First published in Kohila (1939)

The tiny eye peeking out in the photo seems to know just where to look for the little things.

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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 10 April 2015
Photo credit: DAFraser, July 2013
Estes Park, YMCA of the Rockies, Colorado