The Small and Insignificant

There are so many small and insignificant things in the world we live in. The feel of the carpet to the bare foot. The gentle breeze from a fan hidden somewhere not readily noticable. As I turn of the lights and the glow from my laptop stretches out, stars appear on the ceiling. I could spend an entire lifetime in a single room and call it my universe. The thread of the carpet is small and insignificant to what I feel and observe. Yet it is there and without it, it wouldn't be the same. Outside of this room there are more rooms each with similarly small and insignificant components to themselves. To someone else, this may be a universe. So the scales continue to roll back one by one, until I am the small and insignificant, perhaps less noticeable than the thread of carpet or the sparkle that appears as a star on my ceiling. So big, then so small. When will I discover it all? Do I care about the threads and the sparkles? Perhaps not as much as I should. I am noticable to some and to me spoiled in the attention I receive. So little I do. Thank you for noticing, I will try better to notice you. To God we are all noticed. As small and insignificant as we may seem He knows us all. He cares. He loves us. If only we could all care as much as He does. Have a great Sunday my nameless audience. Remember to tell those you notice that you care and that you love them.