My adopted sister Ethel sat opposite me at the dinner table, waiting for the food to arrive in the multicolored bowls Mom had gotten long ago, to cheer Ethel up and encourage her to eat. Ethel was ... [+]
It's the little things that shine—
The tiny birds hopping or small buds
Peeking through sidewalk cracks
On Sunday mornings divine—
It's the little things that show
That you are noticed and loved.
The things that touch your soul
And make your reality for a moment, slow.
It's these little things that remind me
That I'm not alone. I shouldn't fear.
God has a plan. And my many prayers—
He really does answer. He really does hear.
The tiny birds hopping or small buds
Peeking through sidewalk cracks
On Sunday mornings divine—
It's the little things that show
That you are noticed and loved.
The things that touch your soul
And make your reality for a moment, slow.
It's these little things that remind me
That I'm not alone. I shouldn't fear.
God has a plan. And my many prayers—
He really does answer. He really does hear.