I feel small sometimes, Lord.
Small, in my place in the universe, small in the face of the inevitable march of time. Small, in the face of the vision you have given me. When younger, I thought I would grow into it and it would feel less unwieldy to carry. But instead over time, it feels bigger and I feel smaller still. My strength fades, my understanding as well. Is there still enough time, Lord to do what you’ve called me to do? Can I do these things, in the time left for me? Or have I misunderstood your meaning, your direction all this time? My understanding is so small in the presence of your plan for my life. Sometimes, O Lord, I feel very, very small.
Joining with the Five Minute Friday community sponsored by Lisa-Jo Baker. On each Friday, Lisa-Jo posts a one word prompt and for five minutes we join together in an international community to write what the prompt brings to mind. No rewrite, no editing just letting the words flow from our hearts.
Today's prompt was small. Come join us.
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