Small.

I am writing obscenely late this evening because I came waltzing into my home around 11:30pm...the latest I've been out in about a year.  Which is freaky.  Anyway, I spent the evening in the home of, we'll call them, the Dan & Cole Berto.  My small group spent time together in their house, and I was so blessed by the fact that, at the end, they all stopped to pray for me.

Can I just say what a blessing it is to be a part of the God's community?  I mean, not to go into church-pushing mode, but if you aren't a part of some sort of small group of people that know you and that encourage you on your journey with God, know that I am praying for you.  One, that you. would want such a thing, and that two, you can find such a thing.  It is, unfortunately, very rare.  I feel so privileged to have rubbed shoulders with so many young adults that love Jesus, and that want to know him more.

Sometimes I think that expect God to show himself to me in some "big" way.  As a human, I get wrapped up in mysticism and emotion.  That's why I love reading some of my old entries, and recounting things that I have seen; God moves in the small, humble moments.  It is there that we learn the most, and it is there that we become more like him.  I want to encounter God in those small, day by day, often really unexpected & sometimes invisible moments. I desire a greater sensitivity to his voice & to his movement, but I long to be strong of heart and of mind.  I need vision, yet I need humility.  God, please make me small.

Have you ever heard the prayer, "Lord may you increase, and may I decrease"?

I love it.