Most days I wish to help make a big difference in the world. A difference in the level of peace. A difference in the level of girls who feel good about their bodies and themselves. A difference in the level of depression swirling throughout the world. A difference that swings the pendulum to the positive. But most days, I don't make a big difference, a big impact, on things that are important to me. Some days, my impact is small. Some days, it doesn't register at all. Some days I have to let the world take care of itself.
If, however, I were to string together all my small efforts and acted-upon intentions, I would see the impact is bigger than I realize. Small and fairly steady efforts add up. Over the coarse of a lifetime, acts of kindness and compassion and help offered create a wake of goodness and positive energy that the world can't help but bathe in. God willing, my life isn't even half over, so let me consider the wake I can create with continued, small efforts in the direction my heart leads.
In a sense, making only one big difference, one star-spangled crowning glory moment in my life would serve the world less than a small, but steady pace of difference-making effort. So let me not be discouraged if I have yet to see the vast field of daffodils that prove my efforts have bloomed. Let me keep planting my singular efforts when the time and energy and muse direct me. A difference will be made at the rate it is supposed to be made. Patience and time and willingness will yield the field of golden blooms, will yield the wake of beauty.
Small efforts matter. Small gestures matter. Small is how big is created.