I am ever amazed at how quickly the calendar turns from one page to another, and the sun has risen and set another thirty days or so, and the seasons are changing, and my children and grandchildren are changing and growing. I look back over each month and try to record in my memory the milestones, the big and small pieces of our lives, the blessings and the challenges. And I am grateful for His faithfulness.
What is time, unless it is an opportunity to serve Him? Am I using my time--these days, these moments--for good? Am I helping, encouraging, relating, seeking beauty, making beauty?
Do the small things really count?
For who has despised the day of small things?