John 1:14
"The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the One and Only, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth." John 1:14
I don't think about a splinter, until my hand slidesdown a wood rail and a sliver pierces my finger, then I can't think of anything else. A small seed means nothing, until my mother plants it, and a flower blooms, then its aroma reaches my nose and makes me feel good, or causes me to sneeze. A simple word, like love, means nothing, until I hear it spoken and see it lived out by someone who matters most to me, then I feel more alive than ever. Small things, they don't mean much at all, until they somehow find their way into my life, by a splinter, by a flower, by a word, like love.