I feel too small.

Last week, I was sitting at an outdoor café in St. Mark’s Square in Venice when my husband tilted the menu toward me and pointed to an inscription on the cover:  Established in 1720.

“This restaurant is older than our country,” he said. “Think about that.”

So I did.

I thought about the places we had visited over the previous ten days. Ancient cities and civilizations. The marble starting line in the stadium at Olympia. The ground we walked in Athens, knowing St. Paul had walked there, too. The miles of walking we did … everywhere … in five countries.  And I thought about how vast it all was.

Nearly 2,000 years ago, the Apostles and first disciples traveled across that enormous world to share the message of Christ. They walked. They sailed. They went from city to city, person to person.

Reflecting on having been surrounded by centuries of history, I think of a VeggieTales song I used to listen to with my boys when they were little:  Little Guys Can Do Big Things Too.

It makes me smile, even laugh; but it also makes me think.

The world is vast. Its needs are vast. Sometimes even the problems in our own little corner of it feel far bigger than anything we can change.  And we can feel very small.

The Gospel was carried across the world by individual people who simply did what was theirs to do. St. Paul could not have known that nearly two thousand years later, a woman from Louisiana would stand on the ground where he preached and think about him. He simply said yes and went.

Maybe that is what I need to remember when something feels too big and I feel too small.

God doesn't ask me to see how far my faithfulness will reach. He asks me to be faithful with what He has placed in my hands today.

A kindness. An invitation. A prayer. A gift. A word someone needs to hear.

We may never know how far God carries the little things we do.  So maybe the question isn't, Can I do something big enough to matter?

Maybe it is simply:  What is mine to do today?