First you must know that this queen has recently begun to run on coffee. My husband had to be in England for six weeks and I had two babies under three. It was how I made it to work and didn’t kill anyone the whole time he was gone! (That’s a joke for those that don’t know me…well kind of).

Fast-forward to Christmas season 2020. For our church this is a season of amplified service and fundraising on a scale that is only explained by experience. The only creamer I use year-round is Coffee Mate Peppermint Mocha. I can’t explain the delight I take in every sip. Well, apparently everyone in Asheville, no matter where they shop, drinks it during the holiday season. For over a week after running out I couldn’t find my creamer, and then the heavens opened and the angel choir sang as I found the creamer in the picture. Yes, I took a picture of this glee and posted it on Facebook! Don’t judge!

Now the next Sunday, one of my church ladies, who was given a year or less to live over a year ago, brought in two bottles of my creamer! She had been volunteering right along with the strongest, counting our donations, and she took time to recognize a seemingly insignificant and petty need in my life and make sure I was well supplied. I cried.

Y’all, little things matter. I can think of so many times that the smallest act of kindness made me ugly cry. The deeper the pain, the more impact your act of kindness can have.

Colossians 3:12 says that because God loves us we should show mercy and be kind. The moments like I described above are like little winks from Heaven, moments when we have the chance to be the hands and feet of Christ. We never know what burdens someone is carrying. Take someone creamer, carry something, open a door. Say the compliment that you are thinking. The little things matter.

Epilogue

My friend has recently been, as we say, promoted to glory. Y’all, that creamer she gifted me ran out the morning she went to Heaven. I cried.