[The mustard seed] is the smallest of all seeds, yet when full grown it becomes the largest of plants. It becomes a large bush, and the birds of the sky come and dwell in its branches.

(Matthew 13:32)

Here I am, Lord. All is quiet. You are with me when I stop and when I walk on. Envelop me in your loving Presence.

Your kingdom is in the seed and in the soil. It connects us to you and to one another. You reach down to us as we reach up to you. Let us shelter your Word as the bush shelters your birds, welcoming blessings whether we understand them or not. Our trials are blessings and one day we may look back and see their purpose. For now, the “Why?” doesn’t matter.

Let me rejoice in whatever you send, Lord. I trust in you.

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