Wednesday, June 10, 2020

33. Small

Written May 30, 2020

Small: adjective
1. Of a size that is less than normal or usual
2. Insignificant; unimportant

Perspective: noun
1. A particular attitude toward or way of regarding something; a point of view

There have been plenty of times in my life I have deemed something small-by either definition. Perhaps it is physically in size or the perceived importance. And as soon as I do, the significance of that thing starts to dwindle. Are you guilty of this too? That so often we walk the “go big or go home!” Perspective. I honestly don’t even know where it comes. There were even times growing up, I had to remind myself that being small In height was not a bad thing! 
Over the years, God has placed me in the small-I believe that God loves the small. It is in the small where He can move in HUGE ways. It is OUR perspective that can make small seem insignificant. And honestly, there was a pivotal moment early on in my faith walk that was so incredibly “small” by our definition but so incredibly huge by God’s. 
I was visiting a family farm on my husband’s side. Real. Genuine. Hard working people. And of all the things I remember that day, eight words have stuck with me for literally years. I believe these eight words were what shaped so much of my walk although at the time, I didn’t realize it. But as I was standing talking with the Aunt who owned the farm, my niece came over followed by the rest of the kids and began to speak of zombies (I don’t remember why this came up in conversation, but I have also learned making sense of childhood conversation is sometimes impossible!) But as she spoke, my heart raced-being a new Christian I was eager to speak truth into the childhood fears and I was ready to face this head on. But the sweet smile of Aunt Lori stopped me, as she listened intently to the children. And when they were done, without missing a beat she said, “Hold on to Jesus-He’s all you’ll ever need.” Still with a gentle smile on her face. The kids ran away and our conversation continued as if nothing interrupted it. 
Often times, I find myself seeking explanation. Sometimes as I write, I catch myself over explaining my thoughts in hopes that no one will miss the point I am trying to make. I think of sermons and speeches that leave that “WOW!” Factor and people talking about it for months and the way it changed their lives. The go big or go home mentality hits in ways sometimes I don’t even recognize. But what I learned that day was beautiful. It was simple. It was Jesus. The truth is, the most impactful thing I have heard so far in my six years as a Christ follower didn’t come from a preacher; It didn’t come from a group study or a worship experience; It didn’t come from a well known author or tv show. It came from a humble dairy cow farmer-a beautiful mother -dirt stained clothes and tough stained hands- it came from a woman whose daily life represents Christ- a woman whose gentle and sweet smile reached her eyes in ways I have never seen- it came from a response to a ten year old’s zombie fears. 
“Hold onto Jesus. He’s all you’ll ever need.”

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