Sometimes I Feel Small

This week 

I talked with a woman whose husband has Alzheimer's. I texted a friend who is hanging on by the fingernails as a parent of a teenager. I shared stories with a cancer survivor. I prayed with a woman facing surgery.

I called my mom to see how my dad was doing. I prayed for my grandson who had a nasty fall. I talked with my daughter who has undiagnosed pain.

And I felt small.

Very small.

And I was okay with that.

But before you get too impressed, usually I worry and tie myself into a contortionist knot, as I shake my fist at my I'm-not-in-charge-of-the-universe status.

Before I take up my scepter again, I thought I better enjoy my theophany moment.

"In quietness and trust is your strength." - Isaiah 30:15

Are you feeling small? Are you okay with that?