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.