We've been told since childhood that little things matter.
We didn't believe it.
We know the biggest wins.
Biggest house, biggest car, biggest checkbook.
Biggest resume, biggest menu, biggest circle of acquaintances.
We break our backs and hearts working for the biggest.
We forget the little things.
In the fourteenth century, Yersinia pestis, a desert-dwelling bacterium, very little things, found a new home in the guts of a flea. The flea, in turn, moved on up to bigger home on a rat, happily regurgitating infected blood to its host. The rat, never one to stay in the same place, found a bigger home on a ship heading for Europe. Without great effort, they killed twenty-five percent of the population of Europe by spreading the Bubonic Plague.
Topsoil is full of little things. In a fertile shovelful of dirt, we can see earthworms, tiny bugs, other unidentifiable creatures. What we can't see, without a powerful microscope, is about six billion organisms, more than the number of humans on this planet, at work keeping the soil friable. Without them, our food-producing soil would turn to concrete.
There is much we can't see, but it is in the plan, it is working for our good.
We can't see the forest for the trees.
Open the eyes of our hearts, Lord, we want to see.
And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. Romans 8:28