Today I drove by the public school in our neighbourhood and I saw a huge group of kindergarten students all gathered at the fence in their play area. I was wondering what could be going down in the schoolyard that could possibly be causing so much excitement. I noticed that they were all standing with their sweet little faces looking through the cold and frozen metal barrier to watch the big recycling truck picking up the recycling.
It was adorable.
It looked like the most exciting day of their life.
Watching a truck picking up plastic and paper.
The man working, he must have felt like a rockstar with all those adoring eyes on him as he hoisted the contents of the bins and then hit the crush button. (recycling is pretty cool!)
To those little kids, that was a big moment. What I take for granted, was a source of joy and excitement for them.
I loved the reminder.
I needed the reminder.
There is so much joy to be found in the small things. And often, the small things are so much more than we realize.
In a world of large and loud we can lose sight of the small things. We look for and go after big, when small is really what fills our heart.
Small is where we find our joy.
I’ve struggled the last weeks with feelings of not being enough, wondering what else I should do, if I’ll ever reach the goals I constantly feel I need to set for myself. Isn’t it all about the hustle? But in those quiet reflective moments when everything is stripped away, all I’m really left with is emptiness. But I can’t stop. I keep going and I strive and strive for more, often missing what’s happening in my real-time life moments.
Then, I saw those little kids in awe of a recycling truck.
I thought about my moments this past week, that likely seemed small as I lived them and the more I thought about them, the more I realized that small is where my heart is happiest. Reminding me of what I know, but often forget.
What’s small, is actually what matters to me most.
I’d even say small isn’t small at all.
Making soup for my family on a cold winter’s day.
Having a schedule that allows me to drop my daughter off at school in the morning.
Living close to water and being able to drive to the lake to get inspiration.
Sharing a hug with a couple dear friends.
New worship song on repeat.
An adorable picture from a sweet girl.
Sitting at my desk writing.
An encouraging note.
Taking my son grocery shopping before he goes back to school.
My star lights that I plug in every night when it starts to get dark.
A sweet husband picking me up a coffee.
Talking to my parents on the phone.
When you start to add up all the small, you realize that the small makes the big. All our little moments are the ones that matter. I’m not talking about giving up on plans and purpose. Just remembering. Bright lights and big dreams are all good, but they can never replace the everyday things we do in our life that fills our hearts.
I love most in the small.
I thrive most in the small.
Small isn’t small at all. All the small rolled together, it’s actually gigantic.
So, go stand at your frozen chain-linked fences.
Embrace your moments like a 4-year old thrilled by a garbage truck.
Capture and hold onto all the joy,
Find your small.