“What can you do to promote world peace? Go home and love your family.” Mother Theresa
As I watch the world around me and try to make some sense of what I see, what is pressing upon my heart today is the recognition that little has the capacity to be a lot. Often it is enough. More than Big and Great. From small pieces in design, to a few words spoken aptly, from family stories that are passed down through generations, to present moments that have the ability to create powerful memories IF noticed and preserved, I am seeing the glaring imperative for all people to see the value of little.
These words from Mother Theresa are deafening and so profound after yesterday’s tragic events. I have no intent to lecture, commentate or judge, but I am burdened with the desire to encourage. To point myself, my loved ones and anyone else reading, to evaluate the small things in life. To reflect, remember and savor these things that seem teeny, tiny, unimportant when considering the world stage. But in reality, the (littles) are often what lies underneath: Strength. Character. Inspiration.
Following are musings on my little things.
My days begin here. Reading. Journaling. Prayerful. Hopeful that one small voice might impact a marriage, a family, a friend, beyond.
This sweet mug is not destined for design greatness. But it was given to me by my sweet son Zach after I launched Trot. If you know Zach, you get why this is perfection. He is a man full of others-focused perspective. Positive. Joyful. Treasured by this mama.
This section of bookshelf has great meaning. This “Gone with the Wind” book was picked up off my shelf several years ago by my daughter at the beginning of the summer going into her freshman year. I told her she reminded me of Scarlett (the good parts:) strong, confident, fearless… and that she should read it, time permitting. She plopped down in my office and got started…did not put it down until she finished. A hefty old book that she found great depth and value in. We discussed the ups and downs of Scarlett and Rhett and Ashley and Melanie. I adore this precious soul.
The two beautifully covered books are from my sweet and talented friend Laura. She was a strong voice of encouragement as I began my journey into design years ago. What a talented treasure and friend.
Silly lion. Aslan maybe?!
One of my favorite purchases this Christmas. Not going anywhere. Twigs attached to a block of wood. How simple and beautiful.
Favorite story. Painted by my youngest Ben in kindergarten, Mrs. Reno called and asked me to come to school one morning as she had something “wonderful” to share with me. When I arrived, she took Ben and I out in the hallway and shared with us how talented, focused, detailed and diligent Ben was and that this artwork reflected these attributes that God had deposited in him. (True!) So, of course she HAD to frame this “work of art”! She also insisted it could not go home on the bus! I am CONVINCED Ben’s love of learning, his desire to excel and achieve in all areas can be attributed in some small (big) way to this sweet teacher. Oh Mrs. Reno, there is a special place in Heaven for you:)
Teeny tiny broken piece of beauty. I relate.
Tic Tac Toe. We have had this for a long time. It sat on our screened in porch played by many little hands. A cat must have eaten a mouse.
The week before my Grandmother died, I sent her a card that had a picture of a bunny on it. Inside it said “some bunny loves you.” A homesick freshman at The Ohio State University
I had not seen her for awhile, thus the letter. We were VERY close, as she lived a powerfully quiet and gentle life of faith that had great impact on me then and continues to resonates with me to today. After her funeral I received a card in the mail from her. Inside was a picture of a fox she had cut out of a magazine. She wrote, “You are NOT a bunny, but more like a fox:) Swift, sly, strong. Not one to be chased, but one that pursues, chases.” (That’s good, right!?) I still have that image, but when I found this pillow, my heart leapt. There is no love like the one between a grandparent and a grandchild:)
Sunlight + flowers + candles.
True story. Happened just last night. I was making dinner (Homemade chicken noodle soup) in the only sauce pan I have. (Actually it is a stock pot, but I use it for all liquids) Why is it the only sauce pan I have? Well. Several weeks ago my sweet daughter KC and precious niece Hannah decided they wanted to make homemade popcorn while we were out of town (both attend Lipscomb University) It took three attempts to figure out how to make it, their first two efforts resulted in (unintentionally) ruined pans. Thankfully they nailed it on the third attempt. Yep. So. One pot used for all sorts of boiling, cooking, etc. I had forgotten that I needed to cook the Speatzle for the soup. This beauty of a piece sits on my stove for me to admire. I LOVE it.
Look, I have another:
My options were either to forget the noodles ( NO WAY) or give the pan a whirl. I mean what could go wrong, right? I am assuming someone used it back in the day. It all worked out. You can see how the tarnished silver “burned” a bit! The little things. Tarnished silver pots. Two girls trying to figure out how to make popcorn. Ruined pieces. Great story.
Old silver. Aged wood. Simple simple pieces, not costly. Big impact, in my opinion. Gives the illusion that I know my way around the kitchen. I am ok with that;)
My mom. She is an unsung hero. Soon to be 70, she works (currently) with handicapped adults who are trying to live independently. It is hard physical work. Satisfying for sure, but not an easy vocation. She does love it. STRONG woman. Lives modestly. For many years I have been telling her that when she dies (obnoxious right?) the only thing I would love of hers are these two silver candlesticks. I would tease constantly. A few years back, she gave them to me for Christmas. Blew me AWAY. (I can be unbearable) But honestly they are a treasure. Simple. Little. HIGH IMPACT for me. I see her when I light these candles.
So. The little things. Not really so little. Find value in all people, places, and things, big, small, in between. And follow Mother T’s advice: Go love your family. This will have far reaching impact on a world that is in desperate need of love.