Good things arrive in small moments

“For who has despised the day of small things?” Zechariah 4:10

My precious grandgirls: Hannah’s smile. Emma’s voice on the phone.

Ken bringing me coffee while I’m still trying to will myself out of bed.

My three daughters and I sharing a girls’ day out, laughing as we try to squeeze ourselves and our bundles of clothes into one dressing room.

My older son cradling his firstborn child.

My younger son lifting me in the air and twirling me around in a pretend dance.

A veil of confusion parts and a student’s eyes reflect a new understanding.

The crisp air of a just-born morning, like stepping into nature’s refrigerator.

The hand of a friend, patting my shoulder during a time she feels the waves of my sadness wash over her.

Falling asleep in Ken’s arms.

Praying in God’s.

Knowing I’m a child of a loving Father. I’m sometimes petulant, self-involved, afraid, confused, demanding.

But always loved.

Always, always…all ways.

Grateful for our Lord being so fully great.


Photo credit: Christa Allan

Christa Allan

A true Southern woman who knows any cook worth her gumbo starts with a roux and who never wears white after Labor Day, Christa writes "not-your-usual Christian Fiction. Her debut novel, Walking on Broken Glass in 2010 was followed by The Edge of Grace, which released in August of 2011. Love Finds You in New Orleans will be available in early 2012. Christa is the mother of five children, grandmother of three, and teacher of high school English. She and her husband Ken live in Louisiana, where they enjoy their time between dodging hurricanes and anticipating retirement.

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  1. Precious are those small moments. You make me stop to think how much I have to be thankful for, too. And the sweet voices of grandchildren are something you want to capture to pull out once they’re grown and listen to again. 🙂

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