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The Littlest Things.

I wanted to share a neat little thing, pun intended, with you.

I had a package of sunflower seeds - mixed variety. They were some of the best sprouters out of my whole seed bunch. I cornered my garden with them; however, I had too many to put into the space so I just let about 9 of the continue to thrive in little pots. I had no idea what would happen, but they remained green and healthy in the pots so I just let time pass. Well, now I know what sunflowers do when they aren't given the room to grow six feet tall with a stem circumference of 3 inches. They grow in the space they are given. They flower just the same, only tiny.

Human nature is no different. If we allow ourselves to live to the fullest we will create beauty within whatever space we are given. We won't complain because we aren't the biggest or handed the most - we will thrive fully with what we have.

It's also a great lesson not to give up on the little things. They have the ability to offer brilliance to our life just like the big things. Celebrate the milestones and appreciate everything you have large and small.



Jimi said…
Awesome thought Jamie!
Anonymous said…
Wonderful analogy Jamie! I love when people can look at one thing and see how that event can be translated into other parts of our lives.

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