|Five Minute Friday|
She was small on the day she was born. Helpless and dependent upon her father in whose hands she slept.
Her hand was small in his. She clung to him as she tried to keep up with his steps, her small feet running to match his large steps, wanting so much to follow in his footsteps.
She felt the comforting touch of her husband's hand on the small of her back as she sighed in frustration. She felt helpless and didn't know which way to turn. She thought of what her Father would tell her, and sighed again. She wanted so much to follow in His footsteps.
She felt small in His hands, knowing that she was safe, feeling His comfort.
"Dear, dear Corinthians, I can't tell you how much I long for you to enter this wide-open, spacious life. We didn’t fence you in. The smallness you feel comes from within you. Your lives aren't small, but you’re living them in a small way. I'm speaking as plainly as I can and with great affection.
Open up your lives. Live openly and expansively!"