
Sometimes when I'm too stubborn and hardheaded to surrender to God's angel guidance, I'll get a whack on the head to jolt me awake, and to remember that God is in control and that He loves me more than I know.
This happened in a surprising, chilling way that I'll never forget. The lesson of the mustard seed. Many years ago, Elliot and I had to find a new home as the house where we'd lived for the past three years was going to be sold. It was panic time...two months to find a new home, pack, and move from our lovely little nature chalet in a wooded community along the river.
Following angel bubbles...I was guided to make several calls to see if Virginia Beach was to be our next destination. Random, cold calls brought amazing results. A house that had been vacant for a year would be available because of my prodding. God was in the details. Irises were even in the picture. Everything began clicking together in amazing synchronicity. During the rental approval process, I began to doubt and worry about the future.
Something happened to interrupt my fearful thinking. I'll never forget it. I was making lunch and reached in the fridge for a large jar of mustard. It quickly slipped from my fingers...hit the tile floor with a BAMM. The jar lid shot off like a rocket spraying cold brown mustard everywhere. On my face, my left ear, in my hair, splattering down my T-shirt.
In shock, I looked up. The kitchen cabinets and ceiling were speckled in golden brown mustard.
Cleaning up the mess, I wondered why it happened?
The answer came later that day when I read Jesus’ words about
faith in a book called The Spiritbuilder:
The disciples had been unsuccessful in performing a healing and wondered why.
"And Jesus said unto them, Because of your unbelief: for verily I say unto you, If ye have faith as a grain of
mustard seed, ye shall say unto this mountain, remove hence to yonder place; and it shall remove; and nothing shall be impossible unto you."
(Matt. 17:19-21) Mustard! I thought about the imagery of a tiny mustard seed and the mountain as a metaphor for whatever obstacle we may face--moving, a health crisis, a relationship, financial stress. The mountain seemed very solid, and immovable, but faith was the answer. Just a little tiny bit of faith that there is more going on than I can understand. God is in control.
So whenever a fear thought tried to creep up, I remembered the mustard seed, and turned my thoughts to the goodness of God, to keep having faith, not entertain fear.
Before long, everything came together in divine order. We were off on a new leg of our journey where we would continue to stretch and grow the next 11 years.
I never forgot that cold clammy mustard bath. A reminder of faith ...soaked into my very pores. Just a little faith, no bigger than a mustard seed is all I need. The mustard seed is the smallest seed, and yet it will grow to be the biggest bush, a place where the birds will house.
Today a jar of mustard still reminds me to have faith. God's got this. Take it one day at a time in gratitude. Let not your heart be troubled...God loves you and has plans for you. Trust in His plan. Thank you, angels...for helping us to grow in grace.
Love and joyful blessings,
Rae Karen
(photo from the web)