What if the most meaningful legacy we leave behind isn’t measured in applause, recognition, or success, but in the quiet, unnoticed fragments of ourselves that we offer to others? The little pieces we leave behind—the ones that go unnoticed by the world but can change the course of someone’s day, someone’s heart. What if it’s not the grand moments that matter most, but the small, silent ones?
I don’t want this to be just another post. Because the truth is, asking you to focus on the small things is hard. Our minds and eyes are drawn to the big. It’s in our faces daily on the TV screen and the phones in our hands. We’ve been wired to long for and crave the grand by what we’re shown. It’s a constant noise that tells us bigger is better, louder is louder, and more is more. It’s hard to break free from something when we’re unaware it has such a strong hold on us. And because of this, we stress, we pressure ourselves, and sometimes we even question why we have this relentless need. Our little pieces don’t feel like enough. But oh, when someone offers a little piece of themselves to us… those are the things we treasure, right?
For me, it’s in my writing. The raw, honest words I share aren’t about recognition or the applause of many. It’s in the vulnerability, the small pieces of myself I leave behind with every post, every story, every confession. It’s about giving someone else a piece of truth or comfort that they may need to hear at the right moment. It’s not about how many people read it, but the one person who feels seen or understood. Those little pieces of myself—of my journey—are the breadcrumbs I leave for others to pick up when they need them most.
I want to tell you a story. When I was a little girl, my parents couldn’t afford to buy us presents one Christmas. It was one of those seasons when everything felt tight. But my father, with his own two hands, made me a bag. It wasn’t anything fancy, just a small bag sewn together with love, care, and time. When I unzipped it that Christmas morning, inside was filled with popcorn. And can I tell you something? It was the greatest gift I have ever received. That bag, that memory, that small treasure—it’s one of the greatest moments in my memory bank. To my dad, it probably seemed insignificant. But to me, it was… everything.
In a world that constantly tells us bigger is better, we forget that the most meaningful things are often the smallest. It’s the quiet pieces we offer and receive—those moments that might feel insignificant in the grand scheme of things—that leave the deepest impressions. My father’s humble, simple act of making that bag wasn’t about the gift itself; it was about the piece of himself he left behind. It wasn’t the size or cost, but the love and thoughtfulness behind it that made it unforgettable.
For me, that piece has stuck with me all these years. It’s shaped the way I see value and love. And isn’t it true that when someone offers a little piece of themselves to us, we hold onto it, treasure it, and carry it with us forever? Those small, quiet gifts are the ones that end up meaning everything.
What about you? What little piece of yourself can you leave behind? It doesn’t have to be grand. It doesn’t have to be noticed by anyone but the person receiving it. It’s in the quiet things: the text, the smile, the helping hand, the thoughtful word. The pieces that are small but carry so much meaning.
Jesus reminds us in Matthew 25:40, “Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.” It’s not the big gestures that matter most. It’s the little pieces of ourselves that we leave behind, often unnoticed by the world, but remembered by the people who need them the most.
So take a moment. It might not feel like much, but to someone else, it could be everything. And in the end, it’s those little pieces we leave behind that will be the things that truly make a difference.
And if you appreciate someone else’s little pieces that have impacted you in a big way, I pray you take a moment to let them know that today.
Love, Sarah x.
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I adore you all…
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All the little pieces you leave in your writing are not insignificant in my life. Once again, your words blessed me this morning. With my writing, I trust the right words will fall before the right eyes in the perfect time. One day I pray my grandchildren will read my words and be blessed by them.
It is the little pieces that you leave behind Sarah that in this season of my life, in which I have often felt invisible, I feel seen and not alone as others have also trod this path.