my small plot

have you ever looked up and pondered how big the trees are?
if you look straight up the tree trunk of a big old sicamore
you can get a bit dizzy at it's tall stature.

but then, looking up, you notice an airplane flying high above the trees
it's passengers and peanuts and crunchy ice filled cups
sliding along.
they don't know i am looking at them.
i'm too small.

but then above the plane is the clouds...
then above the clouds is the atmosphere...
and above the atmosphere is infinate space...

every space traveler, i'm sure, has marveled for the rest of their years
at the infinate space of the universe.
the billions of light years it would take
to arrive at a distant star
only to find yourself still billions of light years away from another one

my thoughts travel back to me.
standing on my small plot of yard.
watching foster "mow" the grass.
i have to make lunch in a few minuets
get rowan out of bed
pack out little bag and meet up with some friends.
oh and then this afternoon i need to pay the bills
fold 7 loads of laundry
vaccume because we have company coming over tomorrow
then i'm off to work until 11 pm or so
the list goes on and on

but somehow, amazingly

He still knows i'm here. even with all the sycamores
and puffy clouds and atmospheric pressure
and infinate light years away stars of the greatest magnitude.

my little problems seem to fade away
in comparrison to all of these things that are so huge.

but not to Him.

today i stand in my small plot of grass...amazed.