When the Insignificant is More Than Significant

Is there such a thing as insignificant when we are talking about mankind?

Women constantly talk to other women about their fears and feelings of insignificance they fight on a daily basis. It must be true of men also, but they don’t talk about it out loud. When men are together, they would much rather compete with each other to up their own game, and sound fearless, even if they are not. Men don’t own up to fear.

I wonder what is of the percentage of “most normal people” in the world? I started looking for instance at the rich and famous. Statistics show now that one half the world’s wealth is owned by only 1% of the population. Can you put your arms around this figure–$110 trillion! This is 65 times the total wealth of the bottom half of the worlds population. Incredible!


When do we stop wanting to do something really big in life? When do we stop wanting to play a big part in saving souls, changing the world for the better, or influencing others by our (great) wisdom and experience? Our hearts may be right, but when do we stop trying to be something big and be what God has planned for us?

Why do we think we must do this? Why do we constantly try to find something in us that is good? Even after the Savior has deemed us so, we still try. He paid the price, he took the nails, and he suffered death for our freedom. We are now equal; he is our brother.

We are equal…

In my little world, I have never known anyone that is truly famous, or wealthy. I can’t imagine how the mind of Bill Gates works in the computer world, or how Donald Trump makes billion dollar deals when I can’t fathom what a billion is to begin with.

imagesSome are chosen to make a huge impact on our world. But when it’s all said and done, they are the minority on the earth. Even the Mensa standard of IQ says genius level is only 2% of the total population.

Yes, it’s true that normal IQ people take up most of the space on earth. These are the people who do most of the living, and dying on this earth…and sometimes without being noticed. Their names are not written in history books, mentioned on TV, or written up in Time magazine, yet they are hugely significant. These are the people who keep all things moving and many of them only influence a tiny part of the world.

Consider the quote from the movie, “It’s a Wonderful Life!”

“George Bailey: 
Just a minute… just a minute. Now, hold on, Mr. Potter. You’re right when you say my father was no businessman. I know that. Why he ever started this cheap, penny-ante Building and Loan, I’ll never know. But neither you nor anyone else can say anything against his character, because his whole life was… why, in the 25 years since he and his brother, Uncle Billy, started this thing, he never once thought of himself. Isn’t that right, Uncle Billy? He didn’t save enough money to send Harry away to college, let alone me. But he did help a few people get out of your slums, Mr. Potter, and what’s wrong with that? Why… here, you’re all businessmen here. Doesn’t it make them better citizens? Doesn’t it make them better customers? You… you said… what’d you say a minute ago? They had to wait and save their money before they even ought to think of a decent home. Wait? Wait for what? Until their children grow up and leave them? Until they’re so old and broken down that they… Do you know how long it takes a workingman to save $5,000? Just remember this, Mr. Potter, that this rabble you’re talking about… they do most of the working and paying and living and dying in this community. Well, is it too much to have them work and pay and live and die in a couple of decent rooms and a bath? Anyway, my father didn’t think so. People were human beings to him. But to you, a warped, frustrated old man, they’re cattle. Well in my book, my father died a much richer man than you’ll ever be!”


It’s hard to stop beating ourselves up if God has not chosen us to do the really big things on this earth. We are not going to be a Billy Graham or Mother Teresa.   Most of us don’t have the brains of a Thomas Edison or Steve Jobs. We will never be wealthy like Warren Buffet or be a great actor like James Stewart.





all photos from Google

But who are we meant to be? What are we meant to accomplish? It’s time to push aside the fears and focus on what we are doing and pray about what we are meant to do. Accepting God’s daily plan for us helps us focus on the present and keeps us from worrying about our failures and our future.

Let’s not compare and sell ourselves short. We all have an important place in life. We are all cogs in the wheel that turns the world.


Every one of us is truly important to God.



“We’re not, understand, putting ourselves in league with those who boast that they’re our superiors. We wouldn’t dare do that. But in all this comparing and grading and competing, they quite miss the point,

We aren’t making outrageous claims here. We’re sticking to the limits of what God has set for us. But there can be no question that those limits reach to and include you. “

2 Cor. 10:12,13 Msg





Inspection of the Wooly Bears

Who cares about the wooly bears and winter predictions?  It reminds us of Phil, the woodchuck and his predictions of early spring.

This time of year Woolies come out by the side of the road, and I inspect the width of the reddish-brown color.

Farmer’s Almanac tells of Dr. C.H. Curran who, in 1948, took his wife to Bear Mountain to collect as many wooly bear caterpillars as he could find, to predict the length of winter. He continued this experiment over the next eight years. I know this because I couldn’t remember what the old tale was. Was it the longer the brown, the longer the winter? On the contrary, the longer the brown band, the milder the winter. Which is the opposite of all the predictions being passed around for the last six months!

So much for winter predictions…


I had to stop and take a photo of this one; clearly he is covered in reddish-brown!

The skies are slate gray and white, and on occasion the sun peeks through in bright contrast. The wind rustles the corn and the dry leaves shake.


Fresh cut corn races by me in huge trucks headed to the farm, and as it passes, corn flies out and decorates the side of the road. After a few days of this, the end of my driveway will be littered with corn sprinkles.

I watch birds form a murmuration and swing back and forth in perfect harmony without a word. How do they do that? Do they have some kind of winged command? And why do they do it? Are they giving each other a pep talk about the long flight ahead?

I want to know these things; I want answers, but sometimes it’s really about the wonder of it all.

We are meant to wonder…

The wind is blowing cold, but not so cold that I wear a sweatshirt as I walk hard. I love this time of year, but I am also restless. I am restless to throw off the fading daylight and along with it, my gloom setting in.

The daylight is shrinking, there is no more garden to tend, and I feel like I’m sinking. I want to stay in bed longer and wish I were planning a winter in Arizona.

I don’t want to dread, to sigh, to regret winter before it is here. I need to flourish in the present…and in winter. Though the leaves color, curl and fall, I will flourish.

Ah! Suddenly a verse comes to mind and I mentally tag it for when I get home.




“But I am like an olive tree flourishing in the house of God; I trust in God’s unfailing love for ever and ever.” Psalm 52:8 NIV