The Day of Small Things
I’m switching gears this morning and sharing something very close to my heart. Hopefully it will be as big of a blessing to you as it has been for me. In my devotions, I’m currently in Zechariah. I’m embarrassed to say I haven’t been expecting any screaming revelations from God. Reading in Zechariah thus far has been a lot of visions and symbolism that require further study. But when I read verse 10, it was as if God was screaming at me, “For who hath despised the day of small things?”
I am so guilty of this. Like Zechariah, I’m doing things that appear very mundane to the casual observer. Waking much earlier than my pre-baby years, I’m hustling a business when it’s still dark outside. Blogging, answering emails, submitting weddings to blogs hoping for better search engine optimization, hoping the next feature will bring new clients. Then, as the sun begins to rise, I switch roles and turn into “MaMA!” as Hutch calls me. Breakfasts, then washing sweet faces and hands, then the laundry and dishes start. Before I can blink, it’s time to put Hutch down for a nap and then the marathon of cleaning begins.
Not too exciting-sounding, huh?
At first, I think, “But Father, I haven’t despised these days”. Then I’m reminded of the soundless complaints I’ve made in my mind. “Stop throwing your milk on the floor! It’ll be a miracle if these hardwoods survive until we sell this house.” or “I can’t take another day of fussing and crying, I wish I had some time by myself”, or “I wish I lived closer to my family. I need someone to watch Hutch so I can get a break”, or “This will get easier as Hutch gets older”.
Of course You’re right Father. I have despised these days. I’ve enjoyed a lot of the moments, but I’ve complained about most of it. Forgive me. Help me to revel in these days. This new season You’ve brought my way.
Something else He taught me this morning? Don’t worry about the business. “Not by might, nor by power, but by my spirit, saith the Lord of Hosts”. Our busiest wedding season thus far was the year leading up to Hutch’s birth. I hadn’t written the first blog. Submitted a few weddings, but nothing crazy. Looking back, I can see every bride, every portrait session, was sent by Him.
Today, I will hustle a business, but not with the time-consuming preoccupation as before. I will focus on the precious little life before me and pursue fulfillment in this day that God has given me, not looking at tomorrow or the day after. Because this day is anything but small.