We might worry quite a bit about being small.

We might worry that our words unfurl and flutter away from our small corner of the night into the vast cosmos of the Internet. We might tilt our heads and look way, way back at the stars twinkling from so high and think, “I will never burn as bright or share as powerful, or tell a truth that sears the collective mind the way they do.”

And then we look down at our scuffed carpets and feet and hear the voice that mutters, “Why even bother?”

May I sit down next to you? May I sit crisscross apple sauce on that pock marked carpet and whisper into your ear?

Small, my friend is exactly the right size.

Small is understanding ourselves in true relation to the God who made us.

Small is being able to write fearless, without worry about big criticism.

Small is fitting into our own shoes.

Small is how the Savior fit into our skin.

…but made himself nothing,
taking the very nature of a servant,
being made in human likeness. ~Philipians 2:7.

Small is the size of every new beginning. Create without a measuring stick. And after a while you might forget the size of your voice.

–you’re so caught up in the scope of what you ache to say.

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