I get really down about my ability to touch others because I feel that most of my time is spent cleaning sippy cups and washing clothes. But this week someone took time out of their day to send me a text that simply thanked me for being nice. I haven't texted her back yet because I don't know how to say thank you. I often don't do things because I feel they aren't big enough, but even a little text touch my heart profoundly.
So, when you are feeling like you do not have an impact on anything but your septic tank, remember the little things really do matter. Maybe a text seems like a small thing, but it might just be the smile in someone's day.
During Advent we tell the story of John the Baptist. The voice crying out in the desert. JoB said that the Kingdom of God was near. I wonder if we will ever stop living like Jesus is coming...later, and remember that the baby came, lived, died and IS resurrected so that the Kingdom could be here...now. I am so glad that I live in a kingdom where the little people have a voice and your best (small) effort is blessed by a very powerful and gracious God.