I ran to the window, attracted by a relentless movement.
Several days of gusty wind and dancing rain had given the land a fresh "wash and blow dry" and the coat of snow had vanished from Ontario in mid January; an unusual thing. Green dared to show itself in plant roots; vibrant spring life playing peek-a-boo with winter.
But now something was afoot outside and lazily swirling, down they drifted, an army of a million foot soldiers taking back the land into captivity. As soft and light as goose feathers, but theirs was a deceptive gentleness, for the green was quickly vanishing beneath this gentle force of white.
A phrase that has lingered in my mind for months came back to haunt me over subsequent days as I thought about the power of many small things, small acts, small thoughts--in the same direction; "A long obedience in the same direction."
I'd heard the phrase used in a talk and wrote it down to remember. I didn't know that it was the title of a book on discipleship by Eugene Peterson until I went to the source of information on almost anything--Google!
But I've been thinking of the significance of the small things and I think that they are probably more weighty than the large, for the small things are what make us who we are.
Small habits of character; small choices that seem so unimportant. "Do I really need to confess and apologise?"
Like a blanket these choices cover us and become the fabric of our lives.
Romans 13:12 (New Living Translation)
12 The night is almost gone; the day of salvation will soon be here. So remove your dark deeds like dirty clothes, and put on the shining armor of right living.