It’s the little things…

It’s the little things… 

Here I am, in my bubble, with Deborah my wife and two Persian cats (who think this is heaven because there’s always a human around to give a cuddle on demand or let them in and out through the doors whenever). Confined to this bubble, reminds me that it’s the little things that can bring meaning and purpose. Two little examples.

We’ve put a couple of Teddy bears in our windows visible to the road. This idea, which has become popular all around the world as people are locked down, is a little visual gift to children and families on a walk. It’s a simple way of putting a smile on people’s faces. 

We’re all now very conscious of washing our hands for 20 seconds. It was suggested that we sing ‘happy birthday as we do that’. Singing happy birthday didn’t do anything for me, but I found singing (not too loud as I’m not gifted with the best singing voice) the first verse of a hymn you probably know:

    Be still and know that I am God

Be still and know that I am God

Be still and know that I am God.

And, for me, those words put everything else into perspective.

They are little things, but they give meaning. I wonder, what little things are you discovering? Perhaps you might share them with us.

Alister, your parish priest.

PS. The bear’s name is Markus.