Little things mean a lot

By on Jun 18, 2008 in Moms | 1 comment

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You see that faith was active along with his works, and faith was brought to completion in his works.  James 2: 22

Faith and action go hand in hand.  In this chapter, James laments those who are of great faith and yet do not reach out to help others, and also those who do good deeds without the love to back up the deeds.

 Mother Teresa said we are not called to do great things, but to do small things with great love.  Mom’s work includes many small, seemingly insignificant tasks–“other duties as required” the job description might say.  Yet those small things, when done with great love, can be the means by which those around us know the love of God.  No task is too small if it is done with honor and love for the person who benefits from the act.

In Carol Gura’s “Laundry Prayer,” she writes:

It is all a prayer, that laundry.  Not a chore–a task–an automated, get-it-out-of-the-way thing, but an opportunity to appreciate each member of the family.  Doing the laundry, I have discovered, is a way to think about the gift of each person in my family.  As I iron the shirts of my husband, I remember his wonderful calming presence in my life.  I smooth and fold the jeans of my son, thinking how this artist-child brings new, creative ways of thinking into my world.  The youngest child’s zest for life comes to mind as my iron traces the fabric of colorful prints.  Laundry is a way for me to give thanks for the gifts of my family. 

Dear Reader, please comment on a time when a simple task carried great meaning for you.  Or, when your faith and perspective changed a mundane item on your To Do List into a meaningful experience for you.

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  1. Karen Altland

    June 26, 2008

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    I can’t state a specific time, but one “task” that is often looked on as mundane is dusting (where does it all come from, anyway?). But it actually is an opportunity to be reminded of people, places, and moments in our lives that we often times bury away with all the other data in our hard drives. I collect paperweights, and dusting around them I am reminded that my mother-in-law gave me a paperweight in the shape of a potato sheathed in a potato sack…significant because my ex-husband’s family was Irish…and they were always so loving and supportive of me! Cards that I’ve given my husband have a chance to be re-read (including the messages I’ve added inside) and are reminders of emotions/feelings that can sometimes be relegated to a lower place on the totem pole due to every day life. Maybe that’s why I find it so hard to part with my “stuff”…because I do love the trip down memory lane I take each time I spray a little Pledge on a shelf!

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