A Fragment

“Do not be dazzled by the world’s judgments--- There is yet harder and higher heroism- to live well in the quiet routine of life; to fill a little space because God wills it---” Frederic W. Farrar   Streams In The Desert

I am challenged by such words.

I confess, I am not always satisfied to be a mere fragment. To fill a little space.

I would rather trumpet, loudly, for all the world to see and hear: me.

I want to be known, nationwide, for my walk with God. I want to be on the New York Times’ bestseller list. I want to be like Esther, ”For such a time as this.”

Such is my pride, my arrogance. Such is my envy.

The truth is, when I am full of “I”, there is no room for “I AM.”

How quickly I forget that God has the whole picture in mind.

When I consider the stained glass window, the whole picture, I realize each fragment is important. Even the loss of one small piece of color is noticeable, jarring.

When considering NY Times’ lists, I am being dazzled by the world’s judgments.

God would have me dazzled by Him.

And willing.

To fill. A little. A piece.

So, once again, I find myself in the position of yielding. Submitting.

To occupy just a fragment. Even a seemingly insignificant sliver.

To live well, a quiet life.

Because He wills it.