The Small Things In Life

 

Today has been a busy one.  I started with CrossFit this morning, then homeschooling and Bible study and so on.  While in the middle of some paperwork my daughter ran through the back door screaming my name (fortunately in a good way) and I immediately rolled my eyes thinking, “Now what? Can’t I get a solid 10 minutes of quiet?!”  Shame on me because her interruptions are always lessons for me.  I heard someone say once, “When someone wants your attention, you have more influence on them than at any other time in their lives.  Make sure you are a good influence.”

As you can see from the pictures I  decided to be that influence and follow my daughter so she knows to always treat people well even if she is busy.  What she wanted me to see was some super tiny snails that had made a home of a box she was playing with outside.  Now, we don’t get snails here very often, I don’t think I have ever seen them other than when we have been at the beach.  We get lots of huge nasty banana slugs but not snails.  What a treat!  I had to take a few shots to let you see the little guys.

snail 2

I also took the pictures to remind us that no matter how small our lives are to us or the rest of the world, there is a place for us and it is a place of beauty.  Don’t forget that!  You are God’s creation… Fearfully and Wonderfully made!

“For You formed my inward parts; You wove me in my mother’s womb.  I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Wonderful are Your works, And my soul knows it very well.”  Psalm 139:13-14

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