Ducks in a Row

Even all these months later sometimes I wonder what I am doing here. Those insecurities begin to creep in to tell me that I'm not smart enough, old enough, or talented enough to be embarking on this journey. And then there are reminders, glimpses, promises revealed. He didn't bring me here for nothing. Time spent with a new friend, the sense of joy I get each time I walk across campus, or the whisper in the wind reminding me that I am never alone. I came across this paragraph on a blog that I read quite often and it really resonated.

"And then I started to cry and said maybe I don’t have my ducks in a row enough. Or maybe I’m not praying enough or quiet enough or brave enough or whatever enough. He reminded me that God doesn’t look for lined up ducks, but for the smallest bit of faith, the kind that rolls around with mustard seeds. The kind you can hardly see. Because He takes that kind of faith and does miracles with it so that nobody could look at it and say Oh, well of course she could do that because she has it so together. Have you seen her ducks?! Instead, He does things through and with people so that they will say I never could have done that on my own. I don’t even have any ducks."

So here O Lord is my small bit of faith today stretched out to you in shaky hands that often feel so defeated and so undeserving of where I am and what You have called me to do.