when I was in third grade, my family took a trip to Washingon D.C.
and on that trip we. walked. EVERYWHERE.
we also stood in line for hours to go to the Van Gogh exhibit.
some really small things have been brought together lately…
knit together seamlessly and mended with care.
great things tend to sneak up on life like that, don’t they?
you’re just out there, loving life and this new job with the sweetest kiddos and working hard at giving your best yes…
then one day, you’re sitting there having coffee, nodding like a bobble head doll and smiling, and saying, “this… this is really good.”
and you try to trace back to when this really great story began but you can’t…
there is a mystery to all the small things coming together-
a comfort of home in seeing glimpses of promises fulfilled.
and it steals your breath to think, “He knew, He knew all along.”
so keep living out small moments with great love…
notice them, treasure them, build dreams upon the small things.
write them down, remember them, make the most of tuesdays.