On the walk to school, we notice the tiniest weeping cherry. Amid the oldest and the tallest, the brightest and the best, this little tree--so humble and no bigger than a chair--makes her contribution.
In the shadow of the tall oaks on either side of her, she seems so very small.
Stand tall, Little Tree! The whole world might not see you, and you don't stand nearly as tall as the rest, but for this one walk to school, this one street, and this one patch of grass, you bring joy.
I want to be the kind of woman who brings pleasure and joy, even if I'm not the best or the most important. Maybe my assignment from God is to bloom small for just one street.
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