I do love me a good dose of symbolism.
Those of you who know me or have spent any time visiting here will not be surprised by that revelation.
So when I saw a tiny eyelash on the wall of our shower surround, sitting all by itself in the middle of white vinyl, I took a moment.
A little odd, I know. I’ve been this way since I was a kid. Always looking for the deeper meaning, the why and how. But lately, I’ve been indulging this pausing and noticing just a bit more.
So this eyelash, as it turns out, served as a reminder. Of love. Of blessing.
This small piece of eye hair had been connected to my husband or one of my three girls. Eyes into which I could gaze for days, eyes connected to people I love with all that is in me, eyes attached to some of my life’s deepest blessing.
I felt reminded in that moment: small is good.
Our world celebrates huge. Loud, massive contributions. World-changing on a super-size-me scale. And thank God for the courage and sweep of the big movers.
But I was reminded as I looked at that eyelash that small and subtle is beautiful.
Last night, Michael fed our girls dinner while I ate out with a new friend from church. When I returned home, he and my daughters were gathered on one bed, sharing what they love and appreciate about each other.
Last night after helping say prayers, give kisses and tuck in for the night, he got to work on budget reports. Four to complete by the next morning, Michael poured over them line by line. Something that makes my skin hurt to think about.
I stayed up with him for a while as he flipped through documents in a manilla folder and tapped on his laptop. Then I headed toward the stairs.
“I got the humidifier set up in the room for you, honey,” he said. “It’s all ready to go.”
This is not the stuff of greeting cards or romance novels, I realize.
But I had not even considered that I would need the humidifier. He had noticed my cough, knew I felt bedraggled and loved me.
One of a hundred small acts of love that Michael releases from his hand and lips daily. Without any desire for attention or acclaim.
He blessed me with small strokes of tenderness and care, small gestures of knowing.
Small can be so very good.
“Do not think that love in order to be genuine has to be extraordinary. What we need is to love without getting tired. Be faithful in small things because it is in them that your strength lies.” — Mother Teresa