I hoped a tiny mustard seed was really enough. That’s about how much faith I had that my daughter’s health would improve and that she would recover from her depression and flourish. I begged God to deliver her from her pain and offered Him my speck of faith.
Why do you hope a tiny mustard seed of faith is enough?
Also, take a few minutes to record an ordinary moment from today because our ordinary moments matter. I’d love for you to share your ordinary moment in the comments below. Or you can submit a few sentences about one of your ordinary moments and I’ll write a Days of Being entry to post online and on Instagram. If you’d like to participate, email me at email@example.com.
Days of Being is a micro-memoir and micro-story project exploring memories and moments from our ordinary days. Multiple years are represented within the project celebrating what Madeleine L’Engle once said: “I am still every age that I have been.” Today’s micro-memoir is from one of my October 27s.