On friday’s, we write for five short minutes without editing and gussying the page. We spill what rises to the surface and share it, bravely with others, and we encourage. We give virtual high fives and hugs and pats on the back, sometimes, we gather in prayer too, for the broken stories, the wounded stories that sneak out when we weren’t expecting.
This is Five Minute Friday, this is how we roll.
It’s a thin place in my head sometimes, between truth and imagination.
I imagine that my words have a small reach. But then, someone I know, who I did’t know reads my words, sends me a message about something I’ve written.
Her audience is significantly more broad than my own. I use the word small to describe my blog, she uses the words, faithful and deep.
I connect with a friend who I haven’t spoken to in nearly a year. Our conversation is deep and intentional, it’s as if we’ve been communicating often over the last 11 months, even though we haven’t. She is generous with me, even though to other’s we’d appear to be practical strangers.
The relationship isn’t forced or false, it’s true. There’s a faithfulness and a depth to something we haven’t cultivated in conventional ways.
I spend time talking with a friend as he offers to help me with areas that are not my natural gifting. I feel small asking for help, but God reminds me that this is how community works–this is how the body of Christ works.
We serve each other with our gifts and strengths because they are His, and not really ours for owning.
Through these occurrences this week, God faithfully spoke truth into my heart that I’d forgotten.
He sees it all.
The connections made at a conference 3 years ago, the tweet that began a relationship 2 years ago, the blogger I bumped into in the hallway of a hotel and asked her if she was someone else because I didn’t know who she was–even though her audience is wide–so much wider than my own.
The truth is that God doesn’t measure us the way we do. There is no big or small person in His kingdom. There is no one conventional way to connect with people.
There is only faithfulness and depth. There is only the truth and our response to it.
I’ve gained some perspective this week. I’ve been reminded to stop measuring things. To remain faithful. To stop sizing up the things of God.
There’s nothing small about His grace. There’s nothing insignificant about the way He weaves people together.
Our words and lives have a wider reach than we know.
This is what is true.