LITTLE THINGS BY Charles Robert Morrison

Or shall we say with the preacher, in his unsuccessful search for
happiness amid the things of earth and time, "All is vanity and vexation of
spirit!"
Shall we, then, conclude that up yonder, away from uncertainty, from
sin and consequent sorrow; up yonder in Heaven, undisturbed, we shall
be at rest, shall enter into eternal bliss, and not before?
No. Happiness is not all withheld from us to overwhelm us at one fell
stroke, and that, when we "Have shuffled off this mortal coil." It is here.
There are in childhood, in youth, in maturity, and in old age--seasons of
innocent pleasure, peace, joy, contentment--and their memory still
abides.
Someone has said that "the idea has been transmitted from generation
to generation that happiness is one large and beautiful precious stone, a
single gem so rare that all search after it is vain, all effort for it hopeless.
It is not true. Happiness is a mosaic composed of many smaller stones. Each
taken apart and viewed singly, may be of little value, but when all are
grouped together and set, they form a pleasing and graceful whole--a
costly jewel. Trample not under foot, then, the little pleasures which God's
gracious Providence scatters in the daily path, and which, in eager
search after some great and exciting joy, we are apt to overlook."
It is good of our Heavenly Father to place within the reach of the
poorest and lowliest of His children, those little things that comprise
real pleasure--beyond the reach of the king on his throne or the
millionaire in his palace.
Consider, then, briefly some of the little things that make for happiness.
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