This word makes me think of small steps. Little victories.
Like gradually making a habit of doing dishes once a day instead of letting them pile up until I can't see from under them anymore.
Or like the little boy obeying the first time I ask him to do something.
Maybe the little snatch of sunshine or the quiet thank you I whisper instead of a grumble.
I used to think everything had to be perfect. All had to be great. If you can't do something well, try something else.
Now I'm finally, finally starting to get that even the small victories count for something. God doesn't ask perfection. Ever. He just asks for obedience. And "those who are faithful in that which is little will be faithful also in much."
Last night I read, "Every man will proclaim his own steadfast love, but a faithful man who can find?"
I want to be a faithful mom.
Even in the small steps. Especially in the small steps.
Every day I can faithfully do one small thing to make my husband's day lighter, my boy's day more fun, and my own body stronger. Those things will build on each other. Victory comes from God.
This post is done as a part of Five Minute Friday, an initiative started by Lisa Jo Baker.