I am guilty of placing too much importance on the big things. After all, I am a dreamer. I dream all the time, whether sleeping or not. In fact, I actually live from my dream reality more often than not. This can be confusing at times. I like to call it faith-and maybe it is, at least a great portion of it.
When what I see in the present world is too small, it’s great to see a far larger one-one in which magical, mystical things are always happening. The propelling factor in all this imagination is the concept of seed.
Have you seen a mustard tree? I haven’t. But I hear that it is of amazing size and foliage. I’ve seen pictures of them. As a child, I remember a particular charm on my Mom’s charm bracelet. It has tiny mustard seed implanted into a small resin heart. It is a very small seed, a very small thing to take notice.
Here’s the thing. While mentally gathering my large, wild dreams and attempting to grow them into a magnificent production of slender and delight, I missed a few essential mustard seeds. I can hear my Mom saying, “Sarah… sssllllllloooooowwww doooowwwwn.” So, after 35 years, I’m learning to do just that and I’m finding some seeds along the way. I am coming to realize that before my dreams can be seen, the seeds must be noticed.
The small things are the big things.
Whether it is a word of encouragement or a smile, we plant trees everyday.
The other day my Aunt Linda pulled out an old, worn out business card. On the back of it she had written “peace and happiness for Rick,” with a rectangle around it, and a circle surrounded that box. Inside the circle was the word “God.” She had written this note on the back of her business card 10 years earlier after asking Rick what he was believing in God for. She didn’t see him again in those 10 years, but recently when they crossed paths Rick pulled out that old business card. It had been in his wallet the whole time. He said it was now her turn to have the card.
Who knows how many times Rick glanced at it and was encouraged that God was bigger than his request for peace and happiness. It’s just a small thing, and yet, isn’t it amazing he carried this message with him for 10 years? Who knows the span of that small message in the course of time. Who knows what trees are spanning from that little note, and what roots have sprouted new trees.
God is bigger than what we are asking. God is bigger than what we dream. God is bigger, and yet, His seeds are never too small to plant.
So, what small thing can you do today to create a ripple of life spanning into eternity?