God Only Asks for a Mustard Seed of Faith
After writing and releasing yesterday’s post, my anxiety diminished. With a clearer mind, I began to question whether I’ve been responding well to this set of trials. I was in a heightened state of worry, doubt, fear, and pain—all things we’re told not to do or feel in times of trouble. Yet, there I was experiencing them all at the same time. As I drove down the I-105 freeway, I talked to God about this, and the words that filled my heart blew me away. “Stop trying to be a tree when you’re really just a seedling 🌱.” My recent reaction to the tribulations fell in line with where I am spiritually. I’m not a seasoned Christian who has mastered the art of stopping doubt, fear, worry and pain in its tracks, particularly when layers to circumstances mount. I’m a growing Christian who surrendered in January 2018. Many trials have occurred since. Each come with new doubts, fears, worries and pains that build my relationship and trust in God. In the middle is where I stand currently, in a space between the human experience and a spiritual one that calls for unyielding faith. One foot can be sunken in the muddied soil of doubt, while the other can be planted firmly on solid ground. But it doesn’t matter that one extremity is entrenched in soggy earth because what’s seeded underfoot is a mustard seed of faith—and it’s growing. Trees do grow in swamps. To all the seedling Christians out there, your faith is enough for now. God will grow it. All he’s asking for is faith the size of a mustard seed. I’ve got that, and so do you.