He struggled, unable to breathe, his lungs tightening, panic setting in before managing to push himself toward the sun above and lift snout out of the rapids. Before he could even register who had pushed him he was already sliding, rolling head over heels, falling deep into the river wretchedly wet and cold. He would normally be quick to return a shove, to accept the invitation to play. His sister jostled him, wanting to wrestle. One moment he was with them, surrounded by their reassuring clucks and comforting warm bodies. He cannot remember how long it has been now, it only feels like a very long time his belly groans with hunger and his muscles ache with exhaustion. The little one chirps out plaintively as he meanders, but never does he hear the call of his parents, his sister, his aunties or his uncles. Somewhere in the cold center of Serinarcta in the middle Ultimocene, on a late spring day, a young snow snoot wanders along through the frosted woods and the meadows, his flock nowhere to be found. But every so often, a little moment of kindness miraculously breaks through the chaos and for some, this makes all the difference. Nature red in tooth and claw, existence is never easy and life is inherently amoral and unfair. Life is a battle for living things, and it can be short and violent. But these small moments can matter the world to the creatures that live them. They don’t matter to the world at large, a non-sentient ball of rock headed as it now is toward a cold death, and they do not matter to us exploring the planet’s natural history over eons. Most of them are insignificant to the bigger picture, having no effects on the world ten or fifty or one hundred million years after. The little moments that happen every day on Serina go mostly unnoticed as we peruse the world from afar at wide intervals. These small moments are quickly forgotten when only the big picture is taken, but they are as much a part of the book of life as all of the epochs and eras far too grand for any one creature to catalog. Repeated several trillion times, hundreds of millions of years of change can be observed. The story of life is one of countless little moments in time. But each generation is a lifetime, lived by thousands of individual lives. We mostly view Serina from the far-off and distant perspective, observing changes that have accumulated over tens of thousands of generations. Yet the story of evolution over the eons is only a part of the wider story of life, an epic that spans billions of years, but where a single moment is just as much a part of it as any longer time span. I would love to be able to inspire others to see how our mighty God can move and work in “small” ways to speak to our souls.Evolution acts upon a vast time scale that our brains were never intended to comprehend, most of its stories told on the scale of millions of years. This past year has definitely made me more aware of the Lord’s everyday mercies in my life-even in mundane moments. They are new every morning great is your faithfulness.” One of my favorite verses is Lamentations 3:22-23 which states, “Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. I started noticing His provision-like when most of my family lost our jobs during quarantine, but we still had food to eat, and when I felt His love through a friend who sent me a care package when I felt down. Practicing gratitude and finding time to communicate with the Lord daily taught me that there are so many ways for me to find God in the everyday moments of life. In December 2019, I picked up a journal and started writing three things that I was grateful for every day, while devoting more time to reading my Bible and praying as well. I prayed and asked God to draw me closer to Him, so that I could find peace and joy in my heart again. Artwork by: Ainah Enduma two years ago, I found myself often anxious, sad, and worried about many things.
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