I remember when I first got saved (at least that’s what I call the experience). I’d always believed, but there came a time in life when I woke up. The turning of page from night to day. My eyes beholding the Big world and the Wonder of God.
He swept me away. Knocked me off my feet; ruined in the best way. Eternally.
Then, came the day at the altar. When I leaned into my man, because I knew how to lean into my God. And I got to do it twice. Never disappointed. Carried into bliss with all it’s messy real, but knotted by Christ.
And you feel big in those moments. Like you’re on top of the world, and you’d shout that you’re LOVED and IN LOVE!
You haven’t forgotten how small you are, how simple compared to the dusting of light in the meadow at dusk, and the ethereal sky in hues of rose and violet.
And maybe that’s the wonder of it all. That we’re chosen. Treasured. Valued.
And in the smallness, we soar.
“But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellence of the power may be of God and not of us” (2 Corinthians 4:7).
I’m linking up with Lisa-Jo and the community at Five Minute Friday on the word prompt: small.