Yesterday at Methodist service in the Chapel, The Minster from Galloway used the much-heard story of the mustard seed. You know the story. She pointed out how small it is. Yet it matters. She told a story that I related to. About a little girl who was always the smallest wherever she went and felt insecure. Sounds like me. I grew up thinking I did not matter much because of my size. It took me a long while to realize that size does not matter and maybe I was made for "small things". That is what I try to do every day. Small things. Turns out--they do matter.
BETTY *little Dot" BOOP
p. s. so sweetly be!!!!!
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