Early this morning, I looked on the ills of this beautiful, torn world, and I felt small and powerless. In sadness, I said, “What good are these two small hands in Your ravaged world where there is so much pain, so much amiss?” I began to lose heart, and I cried. Then, into my sadness, came a simple thought, clear and shining: for small and willing hands, always there are small tasks.
“Be comforted, small one, in your smallness. . . . lest your shoulders be bearing this world.” C. S. Lewis, Perelandra
I remembered with relief that my small shoulders are not meant to bear this large world, so I am free to enter this brand-new day expectantly, looking and listening for my small part.
“[At a wedding], Jesus’ mother said to Him, ‘They have no more wine.’. . . Nearby stood six stone water jars . . . each holding twenty to thirty gallons. Jesus said to the servants, “Fill the jars with water,’ and they filled them to the brim. Then he told them, ‘Now draw some out and take it to the master of the banquet.’ They did, and the master of the banquet tasted the water that had been turned into wine.” John 2: 3-9
Creator of this beautiful, torn world, always You are turning water into wine. In kindness, You let me help. Today, I will gladly do my small part, and I will do it to the brim.