Little things. Not for this mighty world, O Lord, tonight, nations and kingdoms in their fearful might --- let me be glad the kettle gently sings, let me be glad for little things. ---- Edna Jaques.
Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? (Matthew6:26).
A hymn to read, sing, hum or whistle to the glory of God: Consider the Lilies (Grace Hawthorne, 1977).
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