Hold the Mustard

The other day I spilled an entire container of mustard seeds. That tiny spice container with the red cap may look small, but don’t be fooled–it holds 7 million tiny yellow buggers just dying to get out. They bounced from my cupboard to the counter to the floor, and kept bouncing like a jillion miniature ping-pong balls.

Plink! Plink! Plink! Plink! Hooray! We’re free!

If it hadn’t been such a grumpy day—where everyone in the house was mad at everyone else for no good reason—I might have smiled. Or laughed. I should have because really, the sound they made splattering everywhere was just so happy, so cute. But in the moment, a hailstorm of mustard seeds was the last thing I needed.

I don’t think I’d be able to hear the drop of one little mustard seed, but all together they can make quite a racket.

“I tell you the truth, if you had faith even as small as a mustard seed, you could say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it would move. Nothing would be impossible” (Jesus)

Well that’s a relief. Because sometimes, that’s all I’ve got: pinhead belief. Thankfully, God’s power doesn’t depend on my faith, but he loves it when I bring my little scrap of faith to him, open-handed, and echo the words of that desperate father in the book of Mark who said, “I believe Lord, Help my unbelief!”

How about you? Is your faith the size of a mustard seed? Or is it something more robust like a pumpkin seed? For me, honestly, it depends on the day.

Thank the Lord he can take my little mustard seed faith and grow it. And who knows? Maybe if I join my mustard seed faith with yours, we might be able to shake things up a bit. Make a sweet little racket.

 

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