FMF: SMALLPosted: August 16, 2013
Every Friday we write for 5 mins, unedited, on a topic Lisa-Jo sets for us. Why not join in?
I feel small as I leave that country to enter another to begin this next tour speaking in place after place.
I feel small sitting on the plane looking out the window at the big earth, and the big clouds, and the big universe.
I feel small as I stand on that platform facing a big crowd eagerly awaiting my words.
My stories seem small when I think of what to share.
My work seems small when I think of the work still to be done.
My hope seems small when I think of the brokenness still unbound, and the captives still held, and the prisoners still trapped.
My part feels small when I think of the others involved.
My strength feels small when I have traveled for two days and had no sleep and still I have to prepare and stand and speak and love.
My voice seems small as I clear my throat to speak.
I feel small, so small, in every way, and every sense; but as I open my mouth to speak something happens.
I take a deep breath and breathe in His power and His confidence and I remember that I am small but He is BIG, and I stand in His name.
My smallness is my strength, because in my smallness His bigness can shine.
I speak, and as I look into the faces of the crowd and as I listen to the sound of my own voice, I see it more clearly than ever. I am small, my part is small, my voice is small, but He is working a big story. He will take my small offering and multiply it into big for His glory, for His kingdom.
I stand there, small.
I stand there in appreciating my smallness, for it is my smallness that allows Him to be big.