“Little drops of water,
Little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean
and the pleasant land.
Thus the little minutes,
Humble though they be,
Make the mighty ages
― Julia Abigail Fletcher Carney
I’ve had a lot of thoughts on my mind lately, and yesterday as I was driving in the car I started to realize just how important all the little things in life can be. Often times we consider the big events and big choices the ones that really matter. Even the bible points out that it’s the little foxes that spoil the vine.
Since I started weightlifting this has become even more apparent. Obviously no one (that I know anyway) goes into the gym when they first start out and picks up the heaviest weight and just starts doing curls. If you’re like me you start with the bar to do your squats, about 45 pounds, and work your way up to where I am now at 85 pounds. That’s progress, and it took weeks of putting on my shoes, heart rate monitor, & workout clothes and walking to the weights. With each squat my legs grew stronger, and that has all added up. In fact I have even noticed the results of all these small steps in my clothes. I had to make that small choice to get up off the couch and make the first step towards change.
What’s really been making me think, is the fact that all of our choices hold weight. Each and every one of us are being watched by someone somewhere, especially with our social media society, and even more so if you have children. What are my small choices adding up to? Am I growing and changing for the better with each choice I make, or am I slowly dying? Am I being a positive influence on the world with my life, or am I just another person doing things like everyone else? I think each choice makes up the whole of who we are and begins to define us as a person. I’ve made a lot of mistakes, and looking back, it seems to be the small things that I shouldn’t have done that I end up regretting the most. One small thing can just keep rolling, like a snowball, until it turns into something bigger than how it started and then things can get quite out of hand. I want all my small steps to be headed in the right direction.
“So, I found a beautiful vineyard that was run by a Christian woman. I think she’d been running it for a number of years. She was very sweet and very nice. And so she took me on a tour of the vineyard for a couple of hours and just was teaching me, because I don’t know anything about, you know, vines and branches. And what she said was, you know, the vines are very valuable and precious, some have been growing for decades, very, very old, very, very valuable, and very, very fragile. So, everything needs to be clipped, and kept, and cut. It needs to be kept off the ground, and it’s this very sensitive, painstaking, careful process to cultivate a fruitful vine.
And what she said was one of the greatest threats to the vineyard are these small animals that will sneak in under the fence, and they’ll come in, in a hidden and unseen way, and gnaw down toward the root of the vine, and kill the whole vine, and destroy decades of cultivation, and work, and fruitfulness. And she said, “It’s catching and keeping out those little animals that is one of the hardest jobs of vineyard tending.” That’s really helpful.” —Mark Driscoll