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Sometimes I stand on the edge of the beach, the cold surf tickling my toes and I look out on the massive waves and expanse of the water, and I feel so small. Small is a word I’ve been familiar with lately. My dreams seem minimized in the current pace of our life, and so many other priorities are looming over my desires. I hate that feeling of being unsettled. Not knowing when or where I can plant my roots and let this family grow and flourish. When I’m torn between two homes and one love, my wants seeming so callous in comparison to what is important, my babes- the gifts that have been given to me in unexpected boxes. There is nothing more painful than mommy guilt. And lately I’ve been wandering, not sure where to turn, my prayers seeming to fall on deaf ears, or maybe only coming from a mumbling heart and then I found this verse, reminding me that small is okay. Small is just perfect. Small fits just right in the arms of my husband. Small is the voice of my daughter as she asks me a question. Small is the size of his tiny fingers, which have wrapped around my heart. Small is where He wants me, where I’m meant to be right now. And maybe, just maybe, those God-sized dreams of mine will come from these small beginnings.