Little Things


It was just a little thing. Tiny vases of flowers on the  tables in our dining room. They brought smiles to our faces during the stress of this pandemic. The bright colored zinnias and daisies came from our garden and many of us can't go outside to see them due to the heat or disability. 

A friend who goes out walking early in the morning picks a rose  to put on someone's desk. It's a nice surprise to begin the day. Another woman puts a joke on her door every day to tickle visitors. It doesn't have to be anything big. It's the thought that counts. 




We might think, "I don't have time to do things like that. Those who really care make time. It's amazing the rewards it brings. 

I'm blessed to belong to a community that cares.

That old saying, "Little things mean a lot" is true. We might send a note to someone who is ill. It's a picker-upper when one is weak or in pain. Or we stop to talk to someone who seems lonely or depressed. It's nice to be noticed when someone feels invisible. Or we offer to pick something up at the store for someone who is homebound. 

This morning someone helped clean up a mess I made with the toaster. I was in a hurry and she went out of her way to find a cloth to wipe the table. That kindness made my day. It said, "I care about you."  

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