Little Things Mean a Lot is the name of a wonderful 1950s song by Edith Lindeman and Carl Stutz. Even though it is a love song, the phrase, “little things mean a lot” can be applied to many situations. To moths, for example, and roses. Yesterday I went out on my back deck and almost sat on the little winged creature pictured here. He was as gray as my porch swing. What he was doing out after sunup, I have no idea. Maybe his night had been so tiring, flitting here and fluttering there and banging up against windows that he had no energy left to go any further than my deck. At first glance, this small moth looks pretty dull and uninteresting but notice those markings. They are intricate and beautiful. The arrangement of the spots and lines is perfect; small things, these, but I would guess the markings and color help camouflage him and make him less noticeable to his enemies.
On the hunt for more little things that mean a lot, I took my camera to the front yard. The wind was blowing flowers this way and that but I snapped a picture of my small, potted rose. Matt and Dawn gave me that rose a year and a half ago for Mother’s Day. I brought it into the house last winter, set it in a sunny window, and watered it. It made it through the cold months and was ready to go back on my front porch this spring. This is the first time it has bloomed this season and the blooms, like the plant, are small but notice the perfection of the blossoms. When I look at this rose, just a little thing, I am reminded of my children and how much I love them. It means a lot.
How many little things go unnoticed throughout my busy day? The store clerk who willingly helps me find an item on the shelves, my neighbor who stops for a chat while I’m standing in the front yard, my son who tells me he is coming over to fix a computer glitch, even the first cup of steaming, strong coffee or my car which, although it has seen a lot of miles, faithfully carts me around town. These are little things to some people but to me, they are blessings.
The little things remind me of much bigger things. The moth is an example of a Creator’s all-knowing hands. The rose reminds me of a family I love and who love me. Sometimes in the busyness of each day, I don’t see the blessings, but they are there. I agree with the song, little things do mean an awfully lot.
excellent — you could submit that as a devotonal