Last week Husband & I sat with over a hundred men and women who do almost exactly the same thing we do in campus ministry, but at different universities around the nation.
I was washed over with humility & grace as they shared stories of pain and glory. Stories that appeared as epics next to my, "See Skip run," tidbits.
Wisdom runs deep when people have had to walk painful paths, and choose to still follow Christ. My perception of "me" was significantly decreased when sitting across the table from those who had been following longer than I have been breathing.
Following. Trusting. Believing.
It is so easy to get caught in the daily push and pull, zooming in on my life until every movement and shift seems disastrous, blurring the picture and jarring it into chaos.
All the while, there are thousands, millions rushing around me, begging someone take notice. I'm too busy, though. Too busy serving. Too busy counting up how many times I was sacrificial this week. Focusing in on my own accomplishments until nothing is left but a distorted image of half a person.
To look up, to increase what my heart is seeing, to realize my smallness - is so refreshing. To serve a God more ancient than eternity, deeper than the soul, and bigger than the night sky breathes freedom into my small, cramped world.
To be small is to be safe, for you realize your need for protection.
To be small is to be known, for you realize your need for others.
To be small is to be less weary, for you realize your need for help.
Last week I was unburdened by realizing how small, and yet how loved, I was. May the Lord decrease me, only to increase Him all the more.