My husband still leaves me teeeeeneeee tineeeeee post-its… barely bigger than my thumb.
The size of the note doesn’t = the size of his love however.
So naturally, I returned the favor and I wrote it just large enough for POWERFUL microscope just to read it. Oh, the joy.
And then there’s the warmth….this soft, well-worn corn bag his mom made; the kind you heat up and carry with you. It’s like an anchor to my soul right now.
It’s saved me more times than I can count because it settles my body and steadies my nervous system.
It reminds me I’m cared for in ways both seen and unseen.
Some days, healing doesn’t look dramatic.
Perhaps it’s a tiny heart on a mirror or a teeny tiny word of love. OR
A warm weight resting where it can hurt.
These are the small things that BECOME BIG and keep me going.
Grateful for the love and warmth. AMEN.