The Little Things

Yesterday I was doing a bit of yard work, when I felt a pinch in my thumb. My sago palm stabbed me. It wasn't until this morning that I realized not only had I been impaled, but it had also left a piece of itself in my thumb; and my whole hand began to throb. The only way to make it better was to remove the little splinter.

This afternoon, Natalie came by after her classroom of 2-year-olds all went home and we went together to get a nice fruity drink at Sonic--a Route 44 Lime Slush. Paradise.

It's amazing how the little things in life can either make or break your day. A little splinter the smaller than size of a gnat didn't allow me to focus until it was out...and now a cool drink on a beautiful sunny Friday afternoon has given me a smile and rejuvenated my day.

I wonder what would have happened if Jesus let a little splinter (or specifically in his case, a few blisters on his well-traveled feet) get in his way--I don't think he would have been able to suffer the punishment of death on a cross. He endured the highs of riding in to chants of 'Hosanna! Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord!' on Palm Sunday, and the lows of being betrayed, tortured and put to death just a few days later.

Thank you, Lord, for giving your life for us to be our Savior--steady, and true. Amen.