Sullivan felt disappointed at what his old man left him for an inheritance. Not that he expected to get the bull share of what he left behind. But then, he never anticipated the ill-luck- of- a benefaction his late father bequeathed to him. His father Truman had passed away a couple of months ago, having lived till the ripe age of 80. He died a wealthy man with a good number of holdings, businesses and property to his name.
But of all there was to give away, the only thing that came to him was a document for a parcel of land with a note attached to it. All the note said was ‘value this inheritance; there is more to it than you think’. And to add salt to injury, he got to know that the land was located in the hinterland.
He mused over what he was supposed to do with a parcel of land in the middle of nowhere. It wouldn’t even fetch a good price to start a small business if he decided to sell it off. Just to think that Billy the family’s black sheep had cut a better deal while he got next to nothing for his meritorious service to Truman. For all he cared, his late father never meant well for him.
Not long after the will had been read, he visited the community where the land was located. Seeing that he’ll never have a need for it, he decided to transfer its ownership to Ryan, an old acquaintance of his who lived there. He’ll rather give it out for free than sell it – good riddance to bad rubbish.
It was a fortunate Ryan to whom Sullivan bequeathed the property. He had been desirous of acquiring a piece of land where he could farm and sink a well in order to water the crops. He set to work immediately and engaged the services of a couple of labourers who began to dig.
They hadn’t dug for too long when one of the labourers called Ryan’s attention to a curious find: It was a sprinkling of metallic elements of a deep, rich yellow colour. I think you just struck gold Mr Ryan, one of the labourers informed him.
Nothing is too small; nothing is too big. It’s all about perception.
Most times, it’s the seemingly little/intangible things of life that matter the most.
I woke up this morning, hale and hearty and with a roof under my head and loved ones around me. I have good clothes to wear and can afford a three-square meal. I’m healthy enough to step out and work. I can put a smile on people’s faces by the little acts of service I render… I’ve got a lot to be grateful for!
It’s a flaw in human nature that we don’t get to value those seemingly little things of life until we lose them. Most times, we only find pleasure/happiness in the supposedly spectacular things. Things like the purchase of an expensive piece of property, a mouth-watering contract, a new highly-paying job, etc. We seem to forget that the presence of those little things is what makes it possible to hope for the big things in the first place.
5 blessings we rarely take into account:
🙏The fact that we are alive: only the living can long for anything
🙏The good health we enjoy: it’s the best wealth we can ever have.
🙏The gift of true friends and loved ones: they keep us going when the going gets tough
🙏Sound mind: It’s why we can dream and long for ‘better things’ in the first place
🙏Life challenges: they bring the best out of us
In placing priority on the things we desire, we are oblivious of the manifolds of goodness concealed within the so-called insignificant things that we have.
When we fail to appreciate the little things God has given us, we set ourselves up for a life of regrets, worry, dejection and misery. For every single thing we long for, there are dozens more to be grateful for.
Dream, desire and pursue better living conditions. Strive to achieve life goals and aspirations. Want more than ‘just a little’. However, never allow your longings and pursuits make you lose focus of the good things you already enjoy. On your way to ‘more’, celebrate/enjoy what you have.
Be thankful for the little things, for they are most important. Little is much when God is involved.
When was the last time you were thankful for the little things?
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