A Mustard Seed

I went to a Farmer’s Market Friday.

There was a lady there selling handmade necklaces and mosaic dinnerware. Out of all the necklaces on display, this one spoke to me.

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It’s a mustard seed.

I smiled, paid the lady and brought it home. I haven’t worn it yet, but surely will.

What’s funny is I have it laying on my bedside table and just seeing it reminds me of faith.

It’s easy to lose our faith, or maybe it shrinks to the size of this seed. Even if our faith is that small, we can still move mountains. (Matt 17:20)

Faith is trusting God without knowing why.

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Even if it’s the size of a mustard seed.

Feel the Music

This song has randomly played through my home all week.

My daughter will be playing music on her phone, or watching something on Netflix, and this song begins playing. It happened again just now, so it must be meant to share.

I want to thank everyone for their love. Thank you for freely giving your love, and waiting with me. The silence isn’t quiet, and I will share, but just know, I will rise up for God. I am unafraid, and He sees the fighter in me even when I don’t. Together, we will continue to move mountains.