Unexpected reminders of how life should be lived

Last night Jay and I went to the grocery story. There was a man taking the bread off of the crates and stacking it on the shelf. He did it so meticulously and the bread was in such a straight lines and it looked so well done. I thought to myself, as Jay picked out the best brand of hot dog buns, that if I could do anything I might do so well as this man organized something so simple as bread, I would be very content. No task is too small to be done without care, but so often, I get caught up in wanting to do big, noticeable, "important" things. I forget that small things with great love are what show the Father's heart best.