When we miss big things

I'm learning how great small really is. The first time I gathered in a small group I remembered how it felt not big enough. Not connected enough. Not enough somehow.

Small seemed like it needed to grow and widen. And I, being the people person, wanted more people.

Big in a way of less intimacy and I'd lived that way far too long.

I'd grown to only know the big way of things. Of church. Of life lived for something bigger, better, and {un}small.

But small has a way of fine-tuning my focus and how I'm woven in Spirit with friends and I see how big, small really is.

Jesus had twelve and three even closer and this is how they really knew Him.

Because it's not the way the world builds, this upside down way His kingdom brings Heaven to earth. How relationships can bring Grace and how it only needs a few.

And the enticing bigness reminds me of all previous ways I was swallowed by it's large swath. How I felt connected but never truly connected to any one part, or member.

Yet small is how I'm reminded we all really are. Small and connected and big. And the missing part was my looking for big treasure, when I had a gold nugget all along.


Gratitude's at Ann's:

--long rides and day trips which make us grateful for little farm houses
--good food and rare treats
--traveling familiar roads which I haven't seen in over 10 years....seeing their sameness, yet different
--listening to boys, both grown and young, play monopoly
--eating out for my birthday with my Mom and shopping for summer clothes, just because
--sunshine and warm breezes and flip-flop days
--friends, family, and those closest who encourage each toward the goal