I stepped into the bathroom and looked around, appreciating the faux paint splashed onto formerly jagged up walls.
“Thank you, Jesus,” I whispered for the hundredth time.
It had been a season of blessing. I looked around and wondered at all of it, because I remembered difficult seasons behind those years. My brother drowned, I needed to brave it and get counseling, and daily life was nothing short of challenging. I still had no idea when or if my dreams of publishing a book would materialize, and we lived in a crowded, one bathroom home with seven people.
God was faithful in those years. But they were hard.
Later, we were unexpectedly able to purchase a three bath, six bedroom home, and my first book was listed on Amazon. The perfect jobs came my way so I was able not only to move in, but also decorate that home.
I kept walking into my office, remembering the years I didn’t even own a desk. I remember carrying my laptop through the house for a quiet spot on the bed, then wondering where to place it when I was done.
I kept doing my make up at my extra sink and mirror outside the third bathroom, remembering rushing through the process in one bathroom while a million people knocked on the door in desperation. Or I’d let them in and two or three of us would crowd the sink.
I stepped into the large walk-in closet and remember having so little storage I would carry things into the crawl space under the house where rat droppings and dirt would cover everything.
Then, I looked around and said it over and over again. “Thank you, Jesus.”
He whispers back to my heart, “You were faithful to do small things.”
Small things. Aren’t our days as mothers made up of small things?
My entire summer was made up of small things, and I’d feel a bit let down when I couldn’t walk to my laptop and type out a lovely puzzle of words creating a picture for the soul.
I’d feel a bit cheap, like I didn’t care enough for some things and cared too much for other things.
But God whispers to my heart, “These walls are painted and this home is lovely because you were faithful in doing the small. The book is available because you typed out those words when you didn’t know what they’d become.”
I’m telling myself, “Soul, the answers you found came because you were willing not only to do the small, but to feel small.”
For the soul to feel small is for the soul to know how big God is. And when you scurry down a sidewalk toward a building, hoping no one sees you because the sign outside says “Counseling”, you feel about as small as an atom—and at that moment you wish you were, because then no one would see.
So, hey, sister-soul. That hard place you’re in, when you shed more tears than crack smiles? Did you know that if you walk through it faithfully, there’s a glory-something at the other side?
Those years you spend in a crowded house, wishing you could afford something larger, those things you drop to your knees over, the tunnel you can’t see light in, and the disaster that just occurred that takes your breath away………did you know that all you need to do is follow God with a great, big yes, and He simply does the rest.
You can rest, because He does the rest.
Just be faithful. Just do the small things. Just know that moments themselves lead us right to eternity, because God is a never-ending God Who doesn’t stop leading us into all things good, and He’ll lead you straight to the throne room when He sees you on your knees in the prayer room.
He’ll lead you from your small moments to an everlasting eternity with no end, where there are no moments in time.
He’ll lead you, soul. He’s faithful when you feel nothing else is.
He’s lovely when nothing seems beautiful.
He’s in charge when you can’t see Him leading.
The meaning of a season is that it’s a passing time. We may be in a season of no’s, but we must still follow God with a yes.
Whether you’re in a no season or a yes season, simply choose to be faithful.
Simply worship God.