Building Blocks

Smallville...

It's where life really happens...

All too easy to turn our back on what matters most...

Trying in vain to always build something bigger and better.

The little hands...

They teach...

Adding immeasurable learning...

Upon the building blocks of our lives.

Layer after layer...

Papa uses them...

Adding color and beauty to our foundations.

Structures of great strength are formed in these very simple... 

Very important conditions.

Like little masterpieces in process...

Fully perfected...

Walking the gifts out...

Growing in the fruits.

It is good to listen to the whispers of the small...

They add to our remembering...

Not letting us too quickly forget...

The blocks that have come before...

Ones not easily noticed today...

Ones mortared with clay and tears.

Oh...

How too often I look for something grand to build...

When I should count the blessing blocks...

That stare straight into my heart each and everyday...

Shaking up my rigidity...

Inviting me out of my box...

While I struggle with the lie that I should be building something greater...

The smalls are building me...

Towards my highest calling.

Obedience.

Learning and thankful.