His Entombed DNA

"He'll never read! I know. He's going to be twenty and we will still be having this conversation." The harrowing words echoed in my head and into the air even before I spoke them. " I'll pretend you didn't even say that." Precious friend turns away from me, incredulous and hurting at the state of my hopelessness.

How could I have spoken such faithless words. How long had I been walking with the Lord? How many times had I witnessed the power of his life breathing in me? Yet all the frustration, hard work and scanty results drowned, choked the vision...the hope.

Sunday school's lesson was a familiar one to me; one easily identified. One I had forgotten.

The Mustard seed...yes that is what I needed...faith of a mustard seed. Yet I didn't even have that on that bright clear afternoon. The disciples had been powerless, hopeless as well. Their failed attempt left them facing a boy still tortured by demonic forces, taunting their failure. Futility invaded their spirit. Why then, they asked. Why could we not do it?

Jesus takes them aside. The master teacher would speak. All that was needed was the faith of a mustard seed. Couldn't they recognize that it was not to be done by their own power? Did they still not get it? My thoughts exploded in my head. Did I not even have that small of faith? Could my faith all gathered be less than that of a mustard seed? My faithlessness embarrassed me. How could I be so weak?

Yet... if my deepest desire was not His own, I faced the possibility that my son would remain illiterate. My spirit hurts at the thought, yet I feel Him lift up my chin. His eyes speak wisdom. I know this full well. I am left to say, 'It is well with my soul'. My love for you will not falter, waiver, or grow cold. A Mighty Loving God ...who can deny.

I will continue to dance...

You will dance with me...

Meanwhile...

A mustard seed-like faith Lord is all I need. Not the faith of a towering tree lest I boast but that of a mustard seed. Lacking is the DNA of your spirit entombed inside a teeny mustard seed. DNA that can grow towering trees, move mountains, and achieve all and any reading victory.
As you plant this seed in my garden I will envision my son's tree....a tree towering; birds perched on its limbs. With this vision I'll go forth in the faith of a hope still unseen.



'The kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed, which a man took and planted in his field. Though it is the smallest of your seeds, yet when it grows it is the largest of garden plants and becomes a tree, so that the birds of the air come and perch on its branches.' ----Matthew 13: 31-32