Sometimes it's the little things, literally, the little things, that take my breath away. The things that are normal and mundane and not normally noticed, that when I take the time to see them unfold, I realize that maybe I hadn't possibly really lived until that moment. The intricate details, the tiny little features. Fragile, delicate, small, yet somehow so fiercely strong. Something so seemingly worthless that speaks of design and purpose. If a Father in heaven can so clothe every tree in the forest each and every year, how much more does He care for us?