Small

      I feel so small. So tiny. So insignificant. Am I anything?

      I try. I'm trying. And I will try. But all I ever do is fall. How do I prove myself to this world? How can show them who I am? That I am trying?

      But You call me to Yourself. And my identity need not be proven, for it is ever cemented in Your heart. You know me. And though I fall, by Your grace, You pick me up. You dust me off. And You show me that Your grace is ever sufficient for me, and that Your power is made perfect in my weakness.

      I am small. The world thinks I am small. But I am grateful, knowing that I have this opportunity to show big my God is, that He would lift one as such as me.