Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Except a Little Bit ...

It’s been one of those days. I feel spent. I taught the educational at the writers group I attend on Monday night and then started teaching a six week series on Tuesday night at our evening women’s bible study.  Add in the usual details of the day with five children, and I feel drained, emotionally and physically. 
I was acutely aware of only having a little bit to offer, every step of oday.  A little bit of time to do my duties. A little bit of energy to play a game with the children.  A little bit of faith to persevere. A little idea to write. A little bit of food in the fridge to make dinner. A little bit of trust. A little bit of drive to fold a load of laundry, make a bed, fold a blanket, fill out paperwork. A little bit of motivation to go down to the basement and do my work out.
That’s where I finally found myself tonite. I tucked the little kids in to bed and reluctantly pulled on my running shoes and stretched on my workout clothes. I heard the cookies and ice cream calling my name from the kitchen, but I tuned them out – just barely.  
I dragged myself to the basement and climbed aboard the stationary bike to start my scheduled “intervals” – 2 minutes fast, 1 minute slow x 4. Not that bad, so why was it so grueling?  Then I transferred over to the treadmill to do a steady mere 20 minutes at a 6.0 pace.  Not that fast. Not that far. Every minute was a milestone. I did a lot of self-talk on that 20 minute run, asking myself, “Can you make it one more minute?” and wincing in response, “Yes, I can do that little bit.”
As I clomped (yes, I’m not kidding – clomped) along on the track of the treadmill, each step seeming to grow louder and louder, I began to remember some stories.
I remembered the five little stones that David had and how God used those little stones.
I remembered the 2 little mites that the widow offered and how God honored her.
I remembered a scarlet thread that Rahab hung out her window, and how God loved her.
I remembered the little bit of oil another widow had, and how God provided for her as she obeyed and did as Elisha said.
I remembered the five little barley loaves and the two smelly fish and how God took a meager meal and fed a multitude.
It’s been said that “little is much when God is in it.” I admit that I feel as if I only have a little, but that little I am determined to offer to the Lord, bit by bit, to do as He pleases, when He pleases, where He pleases, how He pleases.
I stepped off the track at exactly 20:00 minutes, breathing heavily and sweating profusely, but glad that I gave a little, minute by minute.
Except a little oil, except a scarlet thread.
Except five little stones, one thrown at the giants head.
Except two little mites, two fish and five loaves, too.
Except my little seed of faith, this I have to offer You.


robert said...

Your post caught my eye this morning because of the phrase "little is much when God is in it." That is the title of a fine gospel song by Kitty Suffield--who was born 126 years ago today. And your devotional thoughts reminded me of Jonathan's great testimony, when he and his armour bearer attacked a whole garrison of Philistines: "Nothing restrains the Lord from saving by many or by few" (I Sam. 14:6)

If you enjoy reading about our hymns and their authors, you might enjoy the biographical note about Mrs. Suffield on my daily hymn blog, Wordwise Hymns, this morning.

And if you’ll excuse a brief “commercial”. With the arrival of fall, we begin to think of the Christmas season up ahead. If you do not have a good book on the subject of our Christmas carols, I encourage you to take a look at mine, Discovering the Songs of Christmas. In it, I discuss the history and meaning of 63 carols and Christmas hymns. The book is available through Amazon, or directly from Jebaire Publishing. (Might make a great gift too!)

Andrea Van Ye said...

Thanks for addding to the post! I didn't realize that it was so long ago that the phrase "little is much when God is in it" was penned. A timeless truth, in deed.

Fran said...

Andrea, you did today what God wants from us every day, no matter our circumstances . . . to perpetually choose Him! Beautiful post.

Andrea @ Unfailingly Loved said...

Oh, dear Fran, you are sweet and your words of wisdom in choosing God are of great value. Thanks for adding to the post!

Douglas Dahl said...

Thanks for the post. It does seem God shines through in small ways on those tough and tiring days...

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