I’m drawn to little things. I bought these cards before I was 12 because I thought they were unusual and neat that the whole deck of cards could fit inside a thimble. I liked playing with these dolls better than the standard size Barbie dolls my friends played with. I used to pretend two of the dolls were sisters and sometimes they would invite their friends over to play rummy with my thimble size deck of cards. Other small things I like are in movies and TV shows. I love the movie, “The Gnome Mobile,” and the 1970s TV show, “The Land of the Lost. Both depict very small people living among gigantic beings. The book series, The Borrowers captured my attention as well as Jack in the Beanstalk and Alice in Wonderland. I don’t know why I like little things, but I do.*happy face*
There are other little toys I like too. When my boys played with Legos I sat with them while they built imaginative worlds but my interest wasn’t on the building blocks. Oh, no. I loved the accessories: weapons, soccer ball, fishing rod, and hats. Oh, how I love the hats. These things are miniatures of the objects we use in our world therefore, I like them. * another happy face *
I also like small things that aren’t toys and movies. Life’s little moments really touch my heart. You know the times when you’re deeply involved in something and you look out the window and see a mama bird teaching her baby to fly or you’re sitting in church enjoying the sermon and you look beside you and see a little person focusing his attention on Lego men (with accessories) so that he can respectfully participate in the worship service by remaining quiet and still. When I’m at the park and I see a two year old fall, scrape his knee and his mother run to him with comfort and a bandaid, for a split second, I feel like all is well with the world. Why do these things cause a spontaneous smile to cross my face?
I don’t think it’s the baby bird, the bandaid, or my friend with his Legos that makes joy crawl out of my heart, up my throat and onto my face even though Nathan does make me smile when I watch him sitting beside me in church. Tiny moments wake me out of my routine and startle me into awareness that there is something MORE than my immediate surroundings. They cause me to pause and reflect on the goodness of God, his creation and redemptive plan–his BIG story. This gives me hope and hope makes me smile. *Grinning From Ear to Ear*
What little pleasures remind you of the BIG story?
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