I read the words, the week before last.
Who knew a sermon could fit on the front of a bulletin?
In God‘s hands.
I’m realizing the gifts.
Even the small things.
I say even, like it’s not quite as good.
I shouldn’t do that–
because the small is where it all starts.
It is the beginning of the miracle.
The seed that gives birth to the extraordinary.
Miracles to be formed in the mundane.
To grow in the dirt of the daily.
Miracles shaped in the quiet of a human heart, or those that are magnificent to the multitudes.
They all begin the same way…
God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:19