When Eliana returned to the Phoenix Hotel Yogyakarta that night, she imagined that her grandfather's footsteps on the same floors, in the same hotel, after climbing the same mountain, would have ... [+]
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.