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Passion (It's the little things...)

Life is in the little things.
Yes?

Perhaps, you're disagreeing with me already.
In fact, as I re-read that first line, I began to disagree with myself somewhat.

While "life is in the little things" may sound quaint and carry some weight, aren't  the big issues of life, the decisions, the heartbreaks, the moves, the education, the experiences, the seminars, the Bible studies, the conferences, the successes, the failures, the people we meet, greet, and sometimes-wanna-retreat-from, the things that make us who we are (and who we aren't)?

Honestly, I've heard it go both ways. But, after tonight, I'm leaning more toward my initial thought. (Repeat line one.)

Life truly is in the little things.

While, yes, life is a collage-mosiac-mix of big, small, and medium-sized, everyday-type things, the passion that attaches itself to truly living life is in the little things.

Sure, big things jar us up from our lounge chairs of laziness, jump start us onto new adventures, and just downright shake us of all we knew to plan for and scare us into uncharted seas. But at the same time, they're like the bolds, the primaries, the reds, blues, and yellows, the colors you simply can't paint without. They're obvious. Everyone sees them. Everyone has them in their box of life-crayons, if you will. They're not easily hidden from sight. 

Medium-sized things typically annoy us. Because. They. happen. monotonously. every. single. day. They're the black, the white, and the varying-yet-unending shades of greyscale-old-school-Paint-program-on-a-PC-type madness. Unless you've got mad art skills and/or work real hard at developing your God-given ability to make something 2D appear 3D through the sheer degrees of fantastic shading, the-black-and-white-and-grey are like daily routines. Useful. And. Necessary. But. Oftentimes. Boring.

Which leads me to my last resort (and my initial report).
Life is truly in the little things.

Words of encouragement? Powerful prayers whispered? Small acts of sincerity? Genuine-yet-simplistic gestures of love? What are they? 

They're the neons. The fuschias. The highlighter pinks. The colors of rainbow sherbert and beginning-of-springtime daffodils. Don't forget Tiger Lilies. They're most definitely like Tiger Lilies, too. They add vibrance, attitude, AND EXCITEMENT to what's already there. Sure, they could easily be left out, but then…. where would the passion be?

Again, in case I haven't stressed it enough, life. is. absolooot-i-ly. in. the. small. things.

Now, I'm curious….What are some little things that are making all the difference in your life today?

Whatever they are,  1.) thank God for them. He's a God whose keen on the precision and detail work of our lives.

2.) Then, go share them with others.

The world needs more passionate people (like you).

Our canvases need more neons (not blues).

If only, if only, more people knew…

… life is in the little things.

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