I used to pray and pray for something big to happen to me; an event so large that it could become the highlight of my testimony. I would hope for a spiritual test that not only demonstrated God’s presence in my life, but would also stand to speak for my own spiritual maturity as well. I wanted something tangible. I wanted something significant. I wanted something big.
Now, each morning, I drive to the coffee shop to write this blog. Every single time that I enter through the double doors, I have no idea what I am going to write about. My mind is entirely blank, to the point of uneasiness. Is today the day that I will have nothing to say?
Time and time again, 45 minutes later, I leave that place a little bit bigger. The things that come out of my mind - so suddenly – have God written all over them. I am not experiencing large events. I am not making a name for myself. I am not even seen behind the words I write. What I’m doing here is just. ..Small. But, in these small encounters, my faith grows bigger. These small moments in God’s presence are more than enough to count for something big.
“The least of you will become a thousand, the smallest a mighty nation.” - NIV
I read once that nothing in His kingdom is too small to count, or even too small to grow into something huge. The massive doors of God’s kingdom swing on tiny hinges of faith and obedience. Focus on the hinges and you will see the doors open wide.