Monday, 26 January 2009

A Mustard Seed

It's Monday morning and nothing has gone wrong so far this week: there have been no major arguments, I have calmly handled finding an ink-pad sized blue mark on my sons' carpet, negogiated the choppy waters of one child augmenting a reasonable request that a sibling leave the room with an inappropriate epithet and provided sellotape when this is my highly protected time alone!
I heard deeply challenging talk at church last night on the difference between having faith and living by faith. Do I really expect the Kingdom of Heaven to break into my daily life? Do I hope for divine intervention in the little hiccoughs of hour-by-hour living with three children?
God has been speaking to me about this in subtle ways for the last six months and last night's sermon felt like a conclusion, a coming together of all the lessons into a final challenge.
A song I have listened to frequently has the simple lyric: "Same power that conquered the grave lives in me, lives in me." What would my life look like if I believed this in my gut, not just my brain? My faith may be very tiny, perhaps only as big as a mustard seed, but Jesus said that was enough.


Jane D said...


Anonymous said...

Hooboy! We've been talking a lot about noticing the voice of God in our lives, too. Sounds like you are on the cusp of some big things. Or little things. Or something.

Kathy said...

Love your transparency about faith. I'm eager to hear about the revelations you receive as you see His daily activity in your life. I'm inspired to share my own.:-)
Kathy @