A story:
It was winter and the snow was falling steadily. A tiny mouse crept out of his hole for a break in his long sleep. He looked around, twitching his whiskers when a tiny voice asked, “Hello, little mouse. Can’t you sleep?” Looking around, the mouse spotted a tiny bird on a bare branch overhead. “Hello, Jenny Wren”, he replied. “I just came up for a breath of air before going back to sleep.” It was so good to find company, that they sat and watched the falling snow, until the mouse suddenly asked, “How much do you think a snowflake weighs?” “A snowflake? Almost nothing,” the wren replied “In any case how do you weigh a snowflake?”
“Oh, I disagree,” said the mouse. “In fact, I can tell you that last winter I woke up and came out here for a breath of air, and sat watching and counting the snowflakes falling. I watched them settling on branches and covering the pine needles . I counted as far as two million, four hundred and ninety-two thousand, three hundred and fifty-nine. And then , when the very next snowflake fell and settled on the branch, the branch dropped to the ground and the snow fell off. So you see, just that one snowflake weighed enough to make the branch sink and the snow to fall off. So a snowflake does weigh something. It does make a difference.” The wren, who was very tiny and didn’t think she could make a difference to anything, pondered a long time over the mouse’s story. “Perhaps,” she thought, “it really is true that just one little voice can make a difference”.
If the wren was correct, how can we use our little voices to make a difference?
Love, Margaret