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[a post for my Bear - gratefully]

There is no such thing as a small act of love. And I don't mean that in a they all add up kind of way, but each one, in itself. The will to love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, mind, and strength, and love your neighbor as yourself, is not something that comes naturally to us.

Because we are small. We go through life thinking of ourselves mostly, and sometimes of the people around us, and very rarely of the infinite God who is all around us. But when things like gentleness, faithfulness, kindness, patience, joy, peace, and love start pouring out of us, it's clear that they are not of us - that there's something bigger at work in our lives.

Choosing to get up every morning (earlier than you want to) to go work at a job that you may or may not enjoy in order to support your family - that's not small.
Intentionally pausing to pray aloud as a family before you part ways, and remembering to send encouraging texts throughout the day, stopping what you're doing to remind someone that you're thinking of them - that's not small.
Selflessly coming home at the end of a long day ready to spend time investing in your family, instead of yourself and your pursuits and interests - that's not small.
Noticing little things that need to be done (a full sink, a dishwasher loaded with clean dishes, an unfolded basket of laundry...) and quietly doing them - that's not small.
Looking a rattily pajama-clad person in their sleep-circled eyes, and telling them from the bottom of your heart that they're beautiful - that's not small.

And even if there's a daily list that looks something like this, or it's actions few and far between, each one is no less a sacrifice of self and no less deserving of gratitude. Because without gratitude to correspond with love, we will shrink the greatness of what goes on around us and live wanting more - not realizing that it's not the actions of others that need to change, but the way in which we view them... not through rose-colored glasses, but a magnifying lens.

How can your perspective shift to see the magnitude of "small" things?
Also, check back on Monday for a giveaway, just [be]cause - and in the mean time, be thinking family, brave, or pray...


Anonymous said…
This was really lovely, and you are SO right! There is no such thing as small act of love... The older I get (37) the more real this becomes!
Heidi McCahan said…
I enjoyed reading your post today. A wonderful perspective. Thanks for writing and sharing your thoughts.
Julie Wilson said…
Oh yes! I love the little things that add up throughout the day! and I need to remember to be looking for them and being thankful for them!
Gratitude makes them grow bigger!

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