Before they rearranged our offices at Women of Faith Central (that’s not the building’s official name, just the way I like it to think of it), my department was situated just down the way from our sales team. At the time, the Group Registration Consultants (aka sales team) had a triangle hanging over the fax machine. (A metal triangle—the percussion musical instrument kind.) Whenever one of them signed someone up for a contract of 25 or more seats at a Women of Faith event, the Consultant would ring the triangle and everyone applauded.
Joiners by nature, my group wanted to show our support, so we began clapping along. That got old fairly quickly, so our team began collecting various noisemakers to squeak or clack or honk or whatever when the triangle rang. This proved . . . interesting . . . the times I was conducting a phone interview with an author when the triangle rang.
My department has since moved―several times―and we’re no longer next to Sales World. I still hear them sometimes, the faint sound of cheers wafting down the hallway that now separates us.
Wouldn’t it be fun if all our accomplishments were greeted with applause? Some―like, I don’t know, writing a memo―might only rate a golf clap. Others—cleaning the kitchen, say—might earn a standing ovation. (Actually, given the current state of my kitchen, I should get a bouquet of roses and a glass of champagne once that puppy is polished. And I don’t even particularly care for champagne.)
But we don’t get applause for all the little things, do we?
Or . . . do we? Just because we don’t hear it doesn’t mean it’s not there.
God is watching; He sees all your little triumphs. For all we know, there’s a whole host of heavenly beings cheering us on. So the next time you accomplish something, however small, savor the moment. Take a bow. You never know, that “little” thing may not be so very little in God’s grand design.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have dishes to wash. I’ll be signing autographs later.