Growing up I wasn’t really raised in the church. We went on occasion, but were not an every Sunday kind of family. Not even an every month kind. Faith was not a huge part of our lives, we didn’t talk about it much. But growing up there was a picture that hung on our wall and it always intrigued me.
We had a big gameroom with a pool table and bar, it was an awesome place to hang out. My parents did lots of entertaining there and I had many a birthday party myself. One wall was covered in framed photos. A gallery wall if you will. The pictures were mainly of my dad and his golf buddies posing at the various golf tournaments he played in. Some pictures were family photos. Me crying on Santa’s lap. But there was one that stood out.
In a thin wood and gold frame scribbled in a calligraphy print, typography of the 80’s and 90’s, was the poem Footprints In The Sand. Have you read that poem? It was pretty popular a while back and copies of it circulated around. Often it would end with author unknown and apparently there was a large debate to who really wrote it. It appears a women named Mary Stevenson wrote it in the 1930’s. All that to say it hung in my home all the days of my youth.
Occasionally I would read this poem and think about this Lord the poem talked about, the one that would be so willing to carry me in my trials. It sounded amazing and like someone I would want to know. But I didn’t really know him. I thirsted to know him most of my life, but was clueless how to or where to start. Luckily, the Lord in this poem is in relentless pursuit of me…and you. He will go to great lengths to reveal himself to you and patiently knock on your door over and over and over again until you open it up and let him in. I know this firsthand.
God finally got my attention and my heart many years ago, that is a story all it’s own. I truly believe the small seed that was planted through this poem hanging in my childhood home was being watered and growing deep inside me until it was finally ready to bloom many many years later. I’m sharing this story to encourage you to plant small seeds. Hang scripture on your wall. Share it on your Facebook page. Give a friend a book or sweet note when you feel lead. You NEVER EVER know what the Lord will do with the seeds you plant. The truth is – it’s not for you to worry on. God has the power to take small things and make them mighty. Just like he did with David to Goliath or his promise of mustard seed size faith having grand power – his power. Plant and let God worry about the watering, growing and harvesting. You never know who is watching, who is reading, what curious heart is looking for a sign. God can use you in infinite, mighty ways to draw people to him.
It could be your kids or grandchildren who wander through your house and read the bible of your being or walls. It might be total strangers or acquaintances. Whoever it is, please know small seeds matter. Please plant them. The “saved” me is grateful for my mom who got out the hammer and nail and hung hope on our wall. I gave the picture a little update and now it hangs on the wall of my home and I hope it seeps into the souls that dwell here like it did mine.
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