little

i enjoy feeling little.

big cities, big churches, big stages, big oceans, and big mountains make me feel little.

so do the intricate insides of a human, the microscopic complexities of photosynthesis, and the diversity of the world's people.

it doesn't happen often. but today a felt it. little.

hundreds of butterflies nudged my sun-kissed shoulders and brushed my liberated hair. amidst a flurry of flying colors, we counted down.  5, 4, 3, 2, 1.  zero.

mad dash for the falls.  3 blazing white Americans streaking across the river.  toes and ankles landing hard on the smooth, cold, river rock.

blinding mist.  laughing and screaming and falling under the cool pressure.

Ghana's highest waterfall.  a glorious cascade of revitalization.  of enjoyment and beauty and wonder.

a reflection of the Creator's masterful mind.  of His creativity and of His grandeur.  

we are all here. small and in His hands.

sometimes. feeling small and insignificant is intimidating.

and sometimes.  that's good.