I held her gift in my hand. It was a gift of faith. The expression was a mustard seed. It was so small I had to hold it up to the light in order to see it with my naked eyes. I am humbled to realize my Father would ask so little of my faith. He knows the frailty of my being. He loves me enough to meet my little with His much.
Mat 17:20 So Jesus said to them, “Because of your unbelief; for assuredly, I say to you, if you have faith as a mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move; and nothing will be impossible for you.