IT'S THE LITTLE THINGS

The morning sun was just above the horizon, its rays of light piercing through the trees. For the past several weeks the morning air had been warm and thick with humidity. Today the air was cool and dry, and the neighborhood was quiet (which is typical for a Sunday morning). Sitting on the steps of our deck that leads down to the yard, I watched Ruby, our yellow lab, chase squirrels back up their trees and push sparrows from one bush to another. Every so often she would run up the stairs to me, prying her dew-soaked head under my hand looking to get her neck or an ear scratched, then off she’d go chasing more critters.

As the sun rose higher in the sky, its beams of light finally reach the Earth’s surface, and the unseen dew on the bushes that soaked Ruby’s head was now visible on each blade of grass. There were far too many to count, but they were twinkling like the stars in the midnight sky. Intrigued by the vastness of the droplets, I crept in for a closer look. I kneeled on the grass and looked at each drop of dew on the blades of grass. Ruby joined me and soon both of us were laying in the grass.  Each droplet was unique - some so tiny they were barely visible, and some so heavy they pulled the blade of grass they clung to closer to the ground. Eventually, the mosquitos outnumbered the drops of dew, so Ruby and I retreated into the house.

I’ve never paid much attention to morning dew before, let alone each droplet, other than thinking of it as a nuisance that gets Ruby’s paws wet, but this morning was different…Ruby noticed too.

Luke 12:7 And the very hairs on your head are all numbered; so don’t be afraid, you are more valuable to God than a flock of sparrows.