Yes, You’re Small, But Small is Not Nothing
The weekend after I gave birth, a friend sent me a poem.
She’d written it months before, early in this pregnancy, on a day when I thought I might have started to miscarry. At that time, my pregnancy’s outcome was uncertain and her poem captured both my heartache and my hope.
For months, she saved the poem, waiting to see if my miracle baby would arrive. And then she sent me the page of words—one of the most beautiful gifts I could have received.
What made me tear up (beyond the beautiful language, and my post-baby hormones) was the idea that my friend wrote her poem, knowing I would possibly be the only one to read it. And even that was in question for her until I delivered.
She knew the piece may never have an audience, but she did a kind, creative thing anyway.
Too often, I hesitate to act on the kind or beautiful idea that comes to mind. My efforts seem insignificant or my reach too small—especially as a woman in a church where any problematic culture issues tend to feel monolithic. I sometimes tell myself the simple, good act that calls to me won’t make that big of a difference, so I let it keep calling without my response.
But my thoughtfulness does not require visibly far-reaching consequences to be valuable.
Not every kindness must be a Big Important Thing.
And the smallest, quietest kindnesses of all can be the most important. That poem meant so much to me.
Yes, Christ preached to crowds, but he ministered to the one. And I’m remembering, over and over again, that helping, loving, even writing a poem for the one is often where the most meaningful impact lies.