Five Minute Friday is a writing event that has hundreds of writers spending five minutes writing on the same topic and then sharing them at http://lisajobaker.com/. This week's word is Small.
I went to a funeral on Friday of a woman who attended the church I grew up in. She worked with my momma and sister in the nursery for years and her life was cut short by ALS at the age of 70. Today would have been her 51st wedding anniversary. As the pastors conducting her service talked about her, I thought about how small my life is. She was a wife, the mother of two boys, and a grandmother. I am none of those things. But I was a daughter and a sister, sitting in between my mother and sibling, hoping to be a comfort to them both on this sad day in their life. It was something small but I hope I did it well.
As the attendees spilled out into the lobby of the funeral home, I begin to see faces I recognized from the past. Faces that had known me since I was small. The woman who lived down the street from me when I was a kid, another woman who was my Sunday School teacher and a close friend of my mother's, the man who told me he hadn't seen me since I was "this tall", indicated with his hands a distance of about 4 feet from the ground. I felt like a small child again not a woman of 52.
As I reflect a day later on what I heard at this funeral, I am amazed at how small we are in the universe. Those people gathered together in the chapel were such a small representation of the billions of people in the world. But as we sat there mourning the loss of this woman, God didn't see us as small. He saw us as important, as His. I felt His big love in that room, comforting us all and reminding us that this life is so small compared to what is waiting for us in Heaven.