Little Drops Can Make a Big Puddle

Little Drops Can Make a Big Puddle

Especially on the days when my inner being feels shrouded with concerns, I step out onto our patio, where its beauty overwhelms me. Last year, Century Landscape created an oasis of God’s beauty for us. They made our tiny yard a sacred place. Christopher told me, “I’ve heard what you want. I have some ideas. Let us create something beautiful for you.” And they did. I will be forever grateful.

A few days ago, my great-granddaughter, eighteen-month-old Lana, came to visit with her mom. Smiles and love bubbled up inside both Tom and me from the moment they arrived. Lana is a tiny bundle of personality. We played. We laughed. When they left, our hearts were singing even as we collapsed, exhausted, on the couch.

To be able to open my heart to God’s blessings, even in my darkest moments, is God’s precious gift. Seeing, receiving, and giving thanks for beauty brings me comfort, love and peace. That beauty, those blessings come to me so often, now that I’ve learned to watch for them.

At the Independent Grocery Store, I watched and experienced a cashier named Stephen leave a trail of blessings. While he efficiently checked through the shopper ahead of me, he kept up the following delightful conversation.

“You’re doing a great job packing your own groceries,” he said.

She smiled. She relaxed. She responded, “Years of practice.”

He answered. “They tell me I’m a good packer. I learned it from my Mom. When I was younger, we’d get groceries together. She taught me how to fill the bags so that nothing would get crushed.”

He handed the customer her receipt. “Thank you,” she said. She looked at me and smiled. I was sure she felt a little better because of that exchange.

I know I did. I heard in his tone and words, saw on his face that he loved and respected his mother. I thought, he likes his job. My heart responded with joy.

When it was my turn, he asked, “How’re you doing today?”

I automatically answered, “Just fine.” I checked his name tag, then added, “How about you, Stephen?”

He grinned, obviously pleased. “You got my name right. Not everyone does. The 'ph' means I can get 'Ste…fan.'”

It was just a tiny compliment, but it felt good, especially when he was so pleased.

 My tired, aching body straightened up just a little. I thanked Stephen and left the store feeling just a little better. In my mind, I thanked God for this busy young man, maybe nineteen or twenty, who gives out little drops of joy, one customer at a time. Stephen was one of God’s angels for me that day.

          Keep your eyes, mind and heart open for the little blessings that God offers every day. We can all appreciate the Stephens, and be like Stephen. We can pass out joy, one drop at a time, and make the world a better place.