Celebrating The Small Things

My three-year old teacher, Madelyn, has taught me to celebrate small things. We had her birthday breakfast in a small roadside cafe. The cook surprised us with a candle in a peach, using blueberries for eyes and strawberries for a mouth and ears. Yes. It was a small thing. But. Small things give reason for gratefulness and celebration.

Happy 3rd Birthday Miss Madelyn!

Each day presents us with the choice to be grateful, and there have been times, regrettably, I’ve not set aside a minute to give thanks or to celebrate. When we let the day swallow us up, when we find ourselves gasping for breath, when we’re unable to see up from down, we’ve missed the gift. But. When we look for God in the midst of it all, when we reach for divine grace, when we listen for the familiar voice of the Spirit, we are filled with eternal gratefulness.

Small things, the good things that unexpectedly grace our day, are strung-together-messages from God: ” You are mine. I’m here. I will not leave you.” It’s the small things that reveal the gift of the day: God’s presence. And. Thank-you just does not seem enough.

‘Do not fear, for I am with you;
Do not anxiously look about you, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you, surely I will help you,
Surely I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.’ (Isaiah 41: 10, NASB).

God promises to be present and to be continually at work. Whether we are in the deepest valley or on top of the highest mountain, God is present. Even so, there are times we miss the gift of the day: God is present. It’s a discipline to look for the small things as reminders that life is not about the circumstances but about knowing God is present and at work. And.  We must develop the habit to thank God for the small reminders.

Day 3 of 40-days of intentional gratefulness: Be grateful for the small things, the good things that unexpectedly grace the day, which are God’s reminders: “You are mine. I’m here. I will not leave you.” And. Celebrate.

Learning to Kickstart each day with gratefulness,


(Written by Kerrie Carlisle Palmer © 2012 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED)

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