for all these smallnesses, i thank you Lord:
small children and small needs;
small meals to cook, small talk to heed;
and a small book from which to read small stories;
small hurts to heal, small disappointments, too, as real as ours;
small glories to discover in bugs, pebbles, flowers.
when day is through, my mind is small, my strength is gone;
and as i gather each dear one
i pray "bless each for Jesus' sake -
such angels sleeping, imps awake!"
what wears me out are little things;
angels minus shining wings.
forgive me, Lord, if i have whined -
it takes so much to keep them shined;
yet each small rub has its reward,
for they have blessed me.
thank you, Lord.
(ruth bell graham)
