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The Still, Small Voice

Like any good human, I'm waiting for the earthquake that determines my next move in life. I'm waiting for the hurricane, or the volcano, or the atomic bomb. Something obvious that will tell me what to do.

You're not being faithful in the little things.

I was driving down the road on my way to work, whining to God about why I had to be doing this, why I couldn't move somewhere new, do something new, try something exciting.

Then came the still small voice.

You're not being faithful in the little things.

And it was gone.

It wasn't the flowery message we so often pass around of God has great things for you, just wait, it will come, it will be better than you could imagine...

It was you're not being faithful. Ouch. Words never sting so much as when you know, no question, they're true.

The time I waste.
The half-hearted job I do on certain tasks.
The avoiding of certain people.
The fact I'm sitting here flipping between Facebook and typing this (just keeping it real- 'cuz that's what's really happening right now...).

It's easier to chase a "big" thing than to do many insignificant things well.

But the little things, they matter to God. If I do nothing else but do the boring life well, that will be enough. I want to hear "well done, good and faithful servant."

Whatever your little things are, be faithful in them. God cares.

[And get off the internets, 'cuz that deters progress. The End.]

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