Living Small

Oh gentle reader, more and more I find the Lord filtering, filtering, filtering.

 Though Joy is pure and sweet, it is found in the hard-pressed.

Easy Street becomes a road of sorrows.

Grace is the awkward and upside down,

the brush in His hands painting

all this good with oft times 

confusing strokes.

He is the Writer, the One who works out the character development,

the plot, the story boards, the beginning, the middle, the end.

His telling leaves us breathless, as His heros and heroines

walk down paths we would be right fearful to take ourselves.

They are not the bigger-than-lifers of tinsel town

but rather as the story develops, the heros 

become less and less important,

and almost disappear into a

story that is bigger 

than they are.

That isn't the kind of hero we want to be.  

What is the good life?

It's right in front of you, the now, this very moment.

It doesn't depend on 'likes' or how full 

the comment section is, or 

how many views, clicks or hits....

You may be blessed with a very good life,

and never create a frenzy of online

activity.

You don't have to 'Buy it Now'.

Be careful if you have an audience...

that,

 perhaps, in this day, 

is the most slippery

of all slopes.

Yes, He filters out the dross and prunes back unruly branches.

In this age of Living Big and getting yourself 'out there',

perhaps you might pause and evaluate

what it is that is Good.

Do you keep gathering back up the chaff?

Let it go,

 and consider this...

is there any evidence, any truth to the old adage:

Less is more?

~Maria