I Come In The Little Things...

I come in the little things,
Saith the Lord:
Yea, on the glancing wing
Of eager birds,
the softly pattering feet
Of furred and gentle beasts.
I come in the little things,
Saith the Lord:
Not borne on the morning's wings
Of majesty,
but I have set My feet
Amidst the delicate and bladed wheat.
I come in the little things,
Saith the Lord. Amen.

-Evelyn Underhill

This beautiful little poem is compliments of Bethany Tudor's (daughter of Tasha) book, Drawn From New England. It has always brought tears to my eyes. It is beautiful and real. The little things. Don't forget them, for they are what this beautiful world is made up of. And, all too often, we overlook the little things until it is too late, then they are gone from our world.

Make room, and time, for the little things.