The smallest of seeds, the most hidden of treasures, reveals Gods bounty. We are like that ragged, rugged mustard plant. Viewed from the vista of the whole worlds pain and joy, we are barely a speck. How can we possibly stand against the worlds fierce winds? Yet in our wobbly branches is room for many nests that in turn provide safe harbor and rest for many small souls. What a wealth of wonders awaits! God plays in the fields of the lowly. Among the small and ordinary, significant treasure can be found. Do you see it? There it is, hidden in plain sight. Keep showing yourself to me, hidden right under my chin. So ordinary, so precious. The small moments of God are the ones to seek each day. Amen. ~ Adapted from Passage by Passage, Kayla McClurg and a Sunday sermon ~
Posted on: Mon, 28 Jul 2014 09:30:00 +0000
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