Sitting at our loved-worn table with a Christmas tree behind us, we reviewed our completed paperwork with our home assessor.
As we went through the checklist of gathered documents, signed papers, printed pay stubs, past water bills, and completed forms, we breathed a sigh of paperwork-relief as we watched her make blue check marks on the paper in front of her.
Whew! Another piece of the puzzle, another step closer.
And then, turning to me, she asked the question.
“So you’re only able to take one child at this time?”
I wasn’t prepared for the question and though it was completely fair and entirely understandable (the children in need is FAR greater than the homes that are opened), my heart was startled by the littleness of my answer.
“Yes, at this time, we are only able to care for one.”
One. As in one more than zero. Like little. Like practically nothing. Like a drop in an ocean. Like one tiny star in an atmosphere of billions. One.
My answer sounded so little.
As we finished the rest of our home visit, surveying the layout of our little home and locating extra crib space for one, little soul, I kept mulling over my answer.
Yes, we were only taking one. One of hundreds in need. One. As in one more than zero.
And as I found myself lingering on the littleness of our “one,” it was as if the Lord swooped down in that moment and spoke to my heavy soul.
Jessica, do you remember the little loaves and the tiny fish? Do you remember how I took that little boy’s lunch and fed thousands? Don’t worry about the size of your offering; keep your eyes on the ONE to whom you offer.
My soul breathed a sigh of gratefulness.
He was right; He IS right.
Because God is in the business of taking the little things and making them big, KINGDOM BIG.
Remember that little lunch?
Taking the five loaves and the two fish and looking up to heaven, He gave thanks and broke the loaves. Then He gave them to His disciples to set before the people….the number of the men who had eaten was five thousand. Mark 6:41, 44
Little loaves that fed and awed the crowd of 5,000+…
Remember that little mud?
He spit on the ground, made some mud with the saliva, and put it on the man’s eyes…so the man went and washed, and came home seeing. John 9:6-7
A little mud that changed the trajectory of that man’s life and those around him…
Remember that little touch of the garment?
Just then a woman who had been subject to bleeding for twelve years came up behind Him and touched the hem of His cloak. She said to herself, “If I only touch His cloak, I will be healed. Matthew 9:20-21
A little touch of that littlest part of His garment that turned a life upside-down and right side-up…
Remember that little seed?
If you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mulberry tree, “Be uprooted and planted in the sea,” and it will obey you. Luke 17:6
A little seed capable of moving big trees and big mountains…
Remember that little girl?
His mother Mary was pledged to be married to Joseph….The virgin will be with child and will give birth to a son, and they will call him “Immanuel”–which means, “God with us.” Matthew 1:18, 23
A little girl who raised the King of Kings…
And ya know what those little loaves, and that little mud, and that little touch, and that little seed, and that little girl ALL had in common?
They were touched by thee ONE; they were powered by thee ONE; and they were changed by thee ONE.
In the hands of an all-powerful God, the little wasn’t little.
So as we enter 2017 and embark on the last six of our 12 training classes and as we finish a bit more paperwork, install a new door, set up a new crib, take a CPR/First Aid course, and complete a fire inspection, we are praying that God will take our faith, our obedience, and our choice to take “one,” making it BIG for His Kingdom…and for His Glory…and for His Name.
Because in the presence of THEE ONE, our “one” isn’t just “one.”