Small Things
Most every day I put a note in my little girl’s lunch and sign it—love Dad.
She is running today for some kind of charity, and is so excited to win that race, so I wrote on a napkin in bright blue… “Run like the wind.”
Can we not all take time today to do the memorable things? Will my little girl remember my notes when she grows up? Will you remember something of this day, some memory to save, some nostalgia to take into the rushed and crazy world that seems to get faster and faster, with more ideas, more distractions, more things to do, places to go and things to see?
Today, there are hidden treasures in the moments, in your moments, your chance to make a difference, to see and observe a difference being made.
The adventure has begun—have you? Are you planning to do something spectacular, to create new inroads to higher perceptions, to enjoy a steeped moment, to realize something, to achieve something, to add a modicum of peace to all that you do, to wonder, to be in awe, to add a little note to a lunch pail?
The small things, the ones that are noticed, that are taken from…“The Now into The Then,” are what you will be left with as memories, as roses in December, as smiles on the old man’s face, as something that adds spice to a sometimes seemingly ordinary day.
Take time with the children, whoever they may be. They truly are the guardians of wonder and gifts of God. Take time with the people you care about. Hug them. Smile with them. Reminisce and don’t miss a thing.
Life goes by in spurts, in 24 hour packets, in weeks, in seasons, in snowstorms that rain down in April.
This April my little girl reminded me of the old saying, “April showers bring May flowers.”
However, it is April 18th and the showers are not here; the robins are freezing in the trees that are covered in snow: Like 18 degrees outside and about 20 inches of snow in the last couple of days.
And I wonder, is it spring or still winter. Lots of people are complaining, and the roads are icy and the news is talking about traffic jams; and I can do nothing but look out on this spring wonderland and enjoy the glittering snow, the unseasonal cold and crisp air.
Look to see the beauty everywhere—be that beauty. Be the alarmingly small things that open up a heart, that engage an acute mind, that leave a mental footprint, a slice of life, a vignette along the path to pure bliss and wonder.
There is little else, except to take time and—Run like the Wind;’!