Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Tag Tuesday - Recycle the Trash; and a Story: Small Things

Today we raided the wastebaskets to make some art out of what was thrown away.

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The Small Things
33rd in the Tuesday Story Series

During the early months as I struggled with the chronic illness of ME/CFS, one of the issues before me was how much my life was being reduced, as I saw it. I was losing the ability to participate in life as I had up until that time. It was a difficult struggle for me, because I had no control over the changes which were taking place and I mourned what  parts of my life I had lost. But God does not take away and leave you empty, No, He replaces with plans of His own for your life and that was a lesson I learned slowly over many month's time. I would not be an artist today, I do not think, because I never gave it any time or thought. My relationship with Christ has deepened because I had time to read and reflect. I felt free to pour out my sorrow, as David did in the words of the Psalms and God heard me, and then began to show me, slowly, His small things, His treasures for my life.

I wrote this poem after studying Zechariah 4:10 and the verse that tells us not to despise the day of small things. I did not realize it then, but God was teaching me, and starting from the inside out, in a sense remaking me, as He continues to do. Now I see the small things as gifts, and the days I am involved with my illness, bring me deep into the journey of change. So, I have learned that small can be good and satisfying.

Zechariah 4:10

Define small, Could it be
Perhaps insignificant, or useless,
Something easily overlooked, or looked down upon.
Yet if judging a disease, it is the small that
Is the biggest danger.

Or is it the block, the stone,
Placed one upon another deliberately,
And requiring time as the engineer.
The small proceeds to greatness that will
Be remarked upon as large.

Perhaps it is the slivers of life,
A bird song, a floating cloud
A bud huddled amongst the leaves.
There the small becomes the priceless
Worth more than grasping dreams.

In a whisper, small itself, yet louder
Than the clamor of frustration and mortality,
I heard “despise not the day of small things”.
Small things take root from the heart of God
And will transform beyond imagination.

I did not want to be small
Or spend my days in hidden things.
Reduced to something I interpreted
As shrunkenness, of no value, empty.
I struggled against the invisible prison.

But my days are not mine,
Nor is the sum of them my understanding.
I am small in the Hand of God, this promise,
This transformation, hidden from my eyes
But leading to an immense eternity.

© Rebecca Cook 2009
(written as I struggle with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome)

May your Tuesday be blessed!


  1. Oh Sweet Rebecca...
    this brings tears to my eyes!
    your wonderful poem
    it touches my heart and soul!
    dealing with Guillian Barre Syndrome
    i have the same trials
    BUT i have the same God and HE
    has opened so many doors for me
    just as he has for you my friend!
    thank you for your encouragement
    and my God Bless You & John!

  2. A lovely post and poem Rebecca. Thanks for sharing.

  3. A beautiful poem! I feel your pain and rejoice in the small victories, holding your hand in mine as we respectively walk our journeys out, with God leading the way, holding our other hand in His. You have always been an inspiration for me in the way you live your life, and the faith you have in our Lord. I treasure you, my sister, and I love you!

  4. A beautiful post, Rebecca. I love your tag as well as the poem.

  5. Rebecca, I love your example for the School related tag but somehow I'm not able to see it on your blog, nor your newest story.


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