My oldest got a microscope for his birthday, a month or so back.
Since then, I’ve often heard, “you’ll never believe how cool a (insert everyday object) looks up close!”.
Feathers, leaves, rocks, dirt, pollen, fabric, paper, crackers, hair, you name it, it has gone under the microscope.
And he’s right. If ever you find yourself lost in a world that seems to be losing all it’s wonder, what with a Starbucks and a Walmart on every corner, houses built overnight, all in a too close row, and all the same, get a microscope. It will reaffirm what you already knew, somewhere deep down… the world is, down to the smallest detail, a thing of untold glory.
Under a microscope, a chicken feather is an icicle forest.
And leaves contain mighty rivers.
I know that the wisdom of the day is to not “Sweat the Small Stuff” and I get that, I do, but I’m thinking that, on the other hand, the small stuff is kind of where the treasure lies.
A little boy, in a little minute, learns a little trick… how to break off a honeysuckle blossom, pull out the stamen, and suck the single little drop of nectar. A trick he learned from his mother, who learned it from hers.
Little legs swinging, sticky syrup kisses, and “good morning, can you pass the milk please”, “Mama can I have one more piece of french toast?”.
Little sun’s up ceremonies – our daily bible reading, the pre-tickle session question, “boy, you look taller today! Did you grow overnight?” Little bitty things, little small details, that just mean the whole world.
I’m not so sure that the devil’s really in the details, because I think maybe that’s where heaven lies.