All the little things...

As I laid on the ground, cool breeze blowing, the smell of dirt and grass surrounded me. I spread my arms out, palms to the ground, staring up at the night sky. I could fall right now, I thought. If not for gravity I would simply drift away. Slip up into the atmosphere and float on continuously into the vast, never ending, realm of existence. The stars twinkled. Some distant and barely visible. Some shimmered in brilliance. Some seemed to beat with light as if they were the source of life within the darkness. Slowly the moon rose over the treeline full and bright, hope within the darkness. A reminder that daylight would soon come again and mask the darkness in which we float obliviously through each day. I closed my eyes tight and opened them. The darkened sky slowly lit up, and the more I gazed the more I saw hundreds and thousands of stars. My mind could not fathom the extent of what never ceases. God placed each one of them. With his words he spoke and there they appeared one by one. It made me realize the power of a word, the significance of a thought, the possibility of a dream and the never failing and ever amazing power that lies in hope. How small am I? I thought. How insignificant am I in this giant universe? More than invisible and non-existent in comparison to its size and magnitude. Yet here I lay with full view of it all on this planet, in this country, in this state, in this city, in this park, laying here on the ground, staring up at the night sky. Here I am so small. The tiniest detail in such a big picture. Yet the only thing that God created that can feel, and love, that can express, and give, and take. It is those things that make us so important, so significant. The little things that set us apart from everything else created and that have the ability to either make us feel so very small... or so much bigger than the universe. It is without a doubt... all the little things that count.