Go to the ant, you lazybones;
consider its ways and be wise.
Without having any chief
or officer or ruler,
it prepares its food in summer
and gathers its sustenance in harvest.
How long will you lie there, O lazybones?
When will you rise from your sleep?
A little sleep, a little slumber,
a little folding of the hands to rest,
and poverty will come upon you like a robber,
and want, like an armed warrior.
We can do only one thing at a time, and there’s always plenty to do. Of course, we can’t do everything, and we don’t do well berating ourselves because of that. We need wisdom from God to know what to do and to know what can be left undone. It’s better to do a few things well, than try to do everything.
There are things we really shouldn’t do. I’m not thinking of moral issues, though they’re certainly included, but rather what we know is not helpful for us in the long run but is hard to resist when we really should. Okay, I’ll say it. For me it’s snacking on a little something just before I go to bed. I feel better, do better when I have at least (or around) a twelve-hour gap between my last meal of the day, and first meal of a new day. And nothing to eat close to bedtime.
There’s the obvious from the above passage. We keep at it day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year. Just humbly plodding along. Doing everything we’re supposed to do. That adds up and accumulates over time exponentially, at least in shaping our character along with the provision God gives us through that.
The little by little of good is so important. No less important is the harm we can cause by a little of what’s wrong. Yes, we will fail along the way, and there’s always the necessary confession of sin, of letting others know we’re sorry.
It really doesn’t have to be much, and sometimes really is not, but a little bit, and little by little of that can and will go a long way if we keep at it.