SMALL

SMALL is the word that has defined me. Synonyms have been echoed in nicknames like Peewee, Half-pint, and Shrimp. Even those dearest to me tease me about my height. My older daughter likes to stand behind me and rest her chin on the top of my head.

Looking up to people gets old. The posture not only risks neck strain, it can also make me feel unimportant and too small to serve God in any meaningful way. Sometimes I have to remind others and myself that God made me exactly the height He wants me to be.

David was a teenager tending his father’s sheep when God anointed him king. I wonder if he ever felt small and unimportant sitting under the stars outside of Bethlehem with no one to listen to the desires of his heart. Was the solitude of a shepherd boy the tool God used to inspire a poet and develop a heart of prayer?

We are never too small or unimportant for God to use. Our Heavenly Father begins where we are to mold us into the individuals He longs for us to become.