When I was eleven, I lived next door and went to school with a boy who had a serious liver disease. Because of this lifelong condition he was small for his size, but being a collossal nerd didn't help his popularity at school either. One time the kids were teasing him and he retorted, "Big things come in little packages!" And he kept on being a scientifically gifted kid who appeared pretty happy to be himself while the rest of us suffered innumerable issues of self-esteem.
No, I haven't struck it rich in material ways, nor have I become wildly famous. God has blessed my husband and I, though, with a continual onslaught of little packages that delight and enrich our lives. This morning I heard a bird singing in the trees outside our bedroom window just before dawn. It really outdid itself and delivered a performance that rivaled the greatest diva.
Thank you, God, for small packages. May I be worthy of all the blessings you send me daily.