small.

I heard something several months back… can’t remember where, though.  It went a bit like this:

Be simple, hidden, quiet, small.

This quote reverberates in my mind often, particularly when pride rears it’s ugly head… when arrogance & selfishness threaten anything pure… when flesh wins over spirit… when I sense that I am striving… when I lack a contented heart… when my restless soul wants to run… when my energy reaches its end… when I’m serving out of my own strength.

Today, I read a post by Lysa TerKeurst which, for me, followed a reading of Richard Foster’s Celebration of Discipline.  Both raised so many thoughts on humility, being hidden, quietness, smallness, solitude, submission, simple living, and service.

Mind racing, soul penetrating thoughts. 

Wanted to share a few of them today in this quiet, small space of mine.

From Celebration of Discipline…

Without silence there is no solitude.

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The purpose of silence and solitude is be able to see and hear.

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… infatuation with natural human powers and abilities without any dependence upon God.  That is the flesh in operation, and the flesh is the deadly enemy of humility.

From Lysa’s article “Don’t Despise the Small”…

I see the place from which humility is birthed.  That glorious rare quality that doesn’t take too much credit.  That knows real success is laced with upward glances, bent knees and whispered praises to the only One. The One.

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The small we should not despise.

The quiet nurturing taking place, the unfolding, the stir beneath where none can see.

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But for the soul that has tasted small, humility becomes their richest fare.

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Oh the beautiful gift of small.

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Small isn’t a belittling of one’s calling nor an indication of one’s future.

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Small isn’t what keeps us from that grand vision.

Small is what keeps us for that grand vision.

Words help me, and I am thankful for what the Lord revealed to me through their words over the past few days.