Small is something I’ve known well. Standing at 5′ 2″–give or take a quarter of an inch– I’ve known small on a professional scale. Add to that, my quiet disposition–at least verbally–and small doesn’t begin to cover it.
Since I decided to revive my blog, suddenly I am feeling tiny, but I’m actually okay with being small. I’ve had a lot of experience with it, and I have a healthy attitude towards it. Sometimes being small even has its advantages; you take up less space; people think you’re at least cute; and you have less distance to fall. I just wish petite clothing was easier to find, and not so horrendously priced. Are petite women truly that rare of a breed!?
It’s not easy being small in such an enormous world, and the more I understand how diverse it is, the more insignificant I feel. When I stand beside someone of stature, I temporarily feel like a child, but that’s my lot to deal with, and deal with it I will; because good things come in small packages, and even small things can accomplish big things with help from a mighty God. It’s Okay to be small, and to even feel tiny; it just means there’s plenty more room to grow.
“Don’t worry if you’re feeling small and your rewards are few. Remember that the mighty oak was once a nut like you.” -Okay, so I changed that quote slightly. I hope anonymous won’t mind. 😉