Bloomington (along with many other Midwestern towns) has been in a deep freeze since the beginning of January. It is cold, and it is wet, and it is very dark. For the past two months, sunlight has made a rare appearance.
Most of us are awake before the sky is lit, and we return home from school or work in shade of sky reminiscent of that early morning velvet blue. In the past few weeks, when we've had the sporadic occurrence of a (relatively) warm day, I've been able to hear a sound in the morning that I often take for granted. The birds. Usually I am not sentimental about the sound of chirping birds - but they are a better tone to wake up to than anything my ipod alarm clock has to offer.
Birds come out with the first light of the morning. That's not a scientific fact - that's just an observation that I've made. Lately, I've realized that I can hear the birds before my alarm clock rings. And then I realize that the sun is trying to make its appearance to the world before I do.
The daylight is growing longer. It doesn't come all at once though. It is given in little gifts each day. It may only be a minute or two of time on either end. It may barely be noticeable at first. But then you realize it is there.
It is easy to notice God's grace and God's blessings when we receive them in what we quantify as "large doses." Sometimes we want to say, "forget the little things - just pile it all in at once." Would we want to approach our trials and struggles in the same way?
Just a little more daylight each day that passes. Just a few more minutes with a loved one.
We often long for it with our spouses, significant others, and the people we cherish. We want the small things that remind us that they care. God is a God of small things and big things alike. He will bestow great blessings, as well as the little reminders that tell us that He is mindful of us and He does care.
~SP
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