Some days are simply 'tiny' days.
I am SO aware of how finite and small I REALLY am. I don't feel courageous, or brave, or even a little bit strong.
I just - am.
Some days I don't want to go out and face the world, or anyone, or anything. All may be well - I just FEEL tiny.
And THAT’S when I remember, more acutely than ever, that "From the ends of the earth I call to You, I call as my heart grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I" (Psalm 61:2).
And as I call - I go…. with HIS courage and HIS strength.
Had any 'tiny' days lately?
