A smile
A kind word
A cold cup of water on a hot day
It's the little things that mean so much.
For the last eight years I've worked in a field that seems thankless. There have been no merit based raises as long as I've been there, no yearly bonuses for the last four or five years, and not even a real cost of living allowance in about seven years (with the exception of a meagre wage increase of a few cents an hour a few years back). It's not enough to run a household on, and there are times when the bills have outnumbered the income.
And I become discouraged because I can't see the active hand of God.
I forget that He called me to this field. I forget that He promised: "whoever is faithul in the little things, is faithful in much."
I forget and I lose sight of my faith.
But then someone else is faithful in the little things and my faith is refreshed, and I see the Hand of God work and know that somehow, if I just stay faithful to what I know is right, God will do an even greater work.
Faithful...in the little things.
