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"It's the Little Things That Matter Most..."

This is a saying that's very widely used at our house.  I have tried to encourage our girls to think on the little things as little gifts from God ~ put there especially for them.  Everything from common courtesy...to watching the little chipmonks gathering their winter stores...to finding a parking spot right up front by the store!  It's the little things that matter most.

When they were little and we would find a beautiful rock or fall leaf, I would ask if they thought God put that there JUST for THEM to enjoy?  This is our yard, who else would have picked that up and enjoyed it but us?  It's the little things that matter most.

God even works in Big ways through the LITTLE things.  about 5 years ago, I recieved a "sample copy" of The Old Schoolhouse magazine.  It was a great little magazine, so I looked up their website.  On there, they were looking for state coordinators and one of the requirements was that we would have to write an article each month.  Having just written little things here and there for my own purposes, but never anything public, I thought I'd go ahead and reply anyway.  All they could say was "no."  So, I wrote in explaining that I had never done anything public, but if they were willing to take a chance on me, I'm in.  By the end of the day, I heard back from Gena and became the TOS Ohio Coordinator!  And what a blessing it has been! 

Here's a side note to accentuate how the Lord worked this:  About a year later my family and I finally got to MEET Paul and Gena!  During our outing, Gena asked, "I don't remember, how did you end up coming to us?" 

"Oh, I got your 'sample issue' of TOS in the mail and then I went to your website."

With eyes opened wide, Gena quietly replied, "We don't send out 'sample issues!'"  {Que the Twilight Zone music!}

It's the little things that matter most.

Another way that the Lord worked through the little things was in how we got our house.  To make a long story short...I saved a bunny from being eaten by a red-tailed hawk at a park.  He was someone's pet who was either set out or escaped and was too stupid to know that bunnies don't nibble clover out in the open at a park.  As the hawk flew past us with the bunny's head in it's claws, I yelled and waved and it dropped the bunny.  I picked up the poor bunny and asked around to see if someone wanted to take it home, as our landlord wouldn't let us have any pets (not even goldfish!).  No takers.  So, as I sat holding the bunny, a lady at our homeschool picnic sat by me and said that she had a house that they would like to rent-to-own and she would let us have pets.  We looked at the house, liked it, and decided to use the bunny (now named Parker) as Gideon's fleece:  if I told the landlord the story of how I got him and he said, "no pets" we'd take the new (built 170 years ago) house; our landlord had been wanting us to buy his house we were renting, so if he said, "keep the bunny," we would buy his house.  Well, as you can guess, he wouldn't let us keep the bunny and after renting here a year, we bought our home! 

If I hadn't saved that bunny, we wouldn't have our historic, pre-Civil War home!  (BYW - Parker lived to be nearly 8 years old and was a treasure of a pet.  DD#1 did some research and found out that he was a Belgium Hare and he grew to be HUGE!)

Yes, it's the little things that can mean the most!

"Whoever can be trusted with very little can also be trusted with much..."  Luke 16:10.

Blessings from Ohio, Kim Wolf<><