Little Things We Do

Every time I read about the little boy and his two fishes and five loaves, I think about the mother who made that little lunch for her son.  She made it for him so that he could go out and listen to this man they called Jesus.  I am positive she had made this very same little lunch for her son many, many times.  She had no idea this day the little routine lunch she put together would become a legacy in the history of Jesus’ miracles. 

Which makes me think…you knew that was coming!  How many little routine things do we do that could be offered to God, and made into something so much bigger than we could possibly imagine, things we never thought twice about.  A smile we offer to a person we pass on the street.  The pause you give to allow someone to move over in front of you on the street.  I’m a tall gal, so I always encounter short people in the grocery store struggling to reach something, and I will pull it down for them…no big deal…or was it?  Did God do something with that gesture?  I have no idea.  This side of eternity, I have no idea.  I hope someday I will be able to see what little things done in my life were used by God to bless others.  Until then, I try to remember the possibility. 

Let me know what you think?                                              

Remember, I’m not a pastor, just a Christian with a thought.