I realized recently that many (if not most) of the prayers I post on this blog are about the “big things” the “important stuff” the “amazing miracles.” That has set me on a search for the “little,” the “insignificant” blessings that keep us alive.




So often I come to You
With the “big” things
The “important” things

I show up to thank You
For the celebration
The healing
The amazing answer to prayer

Even more often
I come to You
Bringing my concerns
My needs and fears
My anger and grief

But today, Papa
I want to thank You
For the “everyday”
The “ordinary”

For the tiny green sprouts
Brave enough
To peer out of the sheltering soil

For the way a toddler
Stumbles into the kitchen
In the morning
Scrubbing sleep out of blinking eyes
Blankie trailing along behind

For the breeze blowing in the window
For the muscles that respond to my command
However slowly or stiffly
For Your Word
Lying openly on my table
For the world to see

Thank You that I don’t have a cold
That the toilet didn’t overflow
That the sun came up this morning
So faithfully
We never doubted it for a second

Thank You for the “almosts”
The “might have beens” that we’ll never know
The child who forgot her jacket
And we ran back to the house
And never knew of the speeding car….

The fatal disease You miraculously healed
Even before I
(Or the doctors)
Began to to form the question
“I wonder if….”

A correctly dosed medication
A properly wired circuit
A non-infected wound
A pure water source

The world revolves and our hearts beat

Like much loved children
We are daily loaded down with gifts
Too numerous to count, too big to comprehend
Too small to notice

For although the great and wondrous
Catches our attention with Your might
It is in the “little things”
That You keep us alive

marcia headshotIn her childhood and teen years, Marcia Gunnett Woodard immersed herself in reading, almost becoming the characters in the books she read. By her later teens, she had begun to experience the joy and fulfillment in creating a world and drawing the reader in through the use of words. She went on to study English and writing at Indiana Wesleyan University.

Since then, she has enjoyed trying her hand at a variety of writing forms, including fiction, poetry, and scriptwriting. Although she still lives less than 100 miles from her birthplace, she has traveled internationally and shared with groups as near as local school and university groups and as far away as Vladimir, Russia.

When she isn’t writing, she enjoys camping, traveling, sewing, playing word games, and surrounding herself with family (husband, children and grandchildren) and friends (both real and imaginary).

In her own words: “I believe the power of story is one of the strongest forces in the world. Did you know the words parable (a story) and parabola (a geometric arc) have the same origin? I want to use the parabolic arc of story to launch projectiles of truth into barricaded minds and hearts. The upcoming generations are people of story. If I’m going to reach them to become people of The Story, it will most often be through storytelling.”
Connect with Marcia online:
Blog: www.itsallaboutmarcia.blogspot.com
Twitter: @MarGunWoo
Email: m.g.woodard@gmail.com