All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful:
The Lord God made them all.
—Cecil F. Alexander, "All Things Bright and Beautiful" (1848)
A whole day spent in solitude does wonders for me. Sometimes I'd like to be different; my introversion can seem to some as if I simply don't like people, but it's more complicated than that, and trying to explain who I am can be more disheartening than being thought ill of, so I run the former risk. God knows who I am, and I'm learning.
So I've taken time for the little things: tidying up (actual housecleaning is far beyond my scope just now), taking out the trash and recycling, dishes, laundry, even cooking dinner (have to start looking into that "vegetables" rumor, though broccoli will eternally remain out-of-bounds).
There are weightier matters, no doubt. My heart has its concerns and troubles, but half of those are beyond my control, and I choose to surrender the other half to Him. Doesn't mean I don't feel anything, just that I'm asking God to be my deliverer rather than living like an orphan. And He's coming through, today in the little things.