In a Little Clay Pot

Why is it that when we talk about living for God we think of some great and world-impacting thing that we need to do?.. as though our lives have less meaning and purpose unless we lead a drove of ppl to Christ... 

and that is good, and that is the forefront of our walk.. but the numbers are not the measure.. the measure would seem to fulfill the purpose and calling of what God has ordered our steps to do. What if your entire life wasn't about traveling to other lands, or preaching to a crowd of thousands? What if your mission was to make a difference in the life of that little neighbor kid that everyone has overlooked and rushed by on their way to church every morning? What if pouring your life into your children, so that God can use them to reach that neighbor kid isn't being the obsessive parent the world criticizes you for being?...

What if God formed you and fashioned you to do the little things that no one else wants to do because there's no spotlight, and no one will ever know your name, and you don't get to travel to exciting places and do all the cutting edge ministry and adventure? What if the souls on your list to cross paths with and plant seed in their hearts are only one or only a few or in the quiet and forgotten places?

Why is it our nature to dictate to God what our Christian walk is sposed to look like? Why not let him lead and why not seek him to teach us contentment in the things that we deem so nothing and insignificant? Why not ask him to help us to see the ppl and calling and mission of our life as he sees it, rather than as the religious crowd and the world and the well-meaning see it?

Sometimes, a life is to be lived planted in a little red clay pot, on a window sill, in a tiny house, on a quiet road.. seen by only a few, but the most rare and precious fragrance to the God and the ppl that needed you to love them ♥