There’s nothing like the seacoast to make one feel small. High above the ocean on a plateau of red cliffs and bright hues of greens I stand.

I stand.

So tall in my home. Bending to the level of my children {and sometimes forgetting to see the world from their pier} . Teaching them to grow up to where I am, and beyond.

But once outdoors…what a change! The scope of existence immediately narrows on the surface of God’s massive earth. {I can’t help but feel that part of the purpose of creation is to remind us of how small we are.}

Leaving the top of the world, I descend the 45 steps to the endless stretch of Prince Edward Island red sand. The scenery swallows me up as I reach the beach and surrender my position of being on top. A single gaze at the nearby Confederation Bridge reminds me how smallness is a matter of perspective. On that 10 kilometer long, second longest non-suspension bridge in the world, tractor trailers look like miniscule matchbox cars. ‘They’re just toys,’ I tell myself.

Small Son and Tiny Daughter are splashing nearby. My camera is engaged in overtime as I try to capture the marvel of my speck of a daughter amid the vast ocean. She looks smaller than ever before. And I realize…this attempt to capture…it just can’t be done.

Somehow I can’t wrap my brain around it. How small I really am.

Tiny Daughter breaks my reverie as she thrusts her hand out to me. She’s gushing, as she so often does, over a breed of a creature that is neighbour to invisible. She’s an expert at finding babies that don’t have mommies and adopting them as her own. {How I hope this is a glimpse into her future!}

Today it’s a wrinkle {a form of sea snail}. So tiny it’s smaller than the head of a pin. I have to bend over {to her level again} to even see it.

‘How did she even see that?’ I wonder to myself.

But now she’s insisting that we take it home and care for it for the rest of our lives. I agree because I figure we’ll worry later about providing a natural environment for the snail.

Really, what’s to refuse? I want her to always delight in small things.

Just like my God delights in me.

This is the thrill of being small.

When I’m big, I don’t need anything…anyone.

When I’m whole, I don’t need His healing.

When I’m strong, I don’t need His right hand.

When I’m able, I don’t need His enabling.

When I’m sufficient, I don’t need His grace.

But when I’m small, I need it all.

I think I’ll stay this way for a slice of forever.

I choose smallness.

It’s where the blessings are.