A Transformed Mustard Seed

“He [Jesus] put before them another parable: ‘The kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed that someone took and sowed in his field;  it is the smallest of all the seeds, but when it has grown it is the greatest of shrubs and becomes a tree, so that the birds of the air come and make nests in its branches.'”-Matthew 13:31-32

Have you ever thought about your faith life; your faith journey and how that mustard seed grows into a beautiful new tree? This past year 2017 was not without its own obstacles. But over the last few months, I have been reflecting on the ways I have changed and grown from this experience. In the words of my blog friend Susan, “You’ve come along way, baby!” My tiny mustard seed of faith has blossomed more fully into a beautiful new mustard shrub.

In June, as I stood at the top of Estes Cone, looking out over the horizon, feeling like I could reach out and touch Jesus, my heart was grieving. Yet as I stood at that makeshift chapel, tears streaming down my face, Ellie Holcomb’s Red Sea Road echoing in my ears, a transformation was beginning in my heart and soul. I came down from that mountain; with renewed hope–a hope that would sustain me on the hard days and a hope that would remind me again and again of who and whose I am.

There were days that I doubted. There were days that I questioned. There were days that I simply wanted to flee like Jonah. Yet in the midst of those hard days, God surrounded me with people, places and reminders that I was not on this journey alone. In fact, it was those people and places that held me up, watered my dry parched places and gave me sunlight when I couldn’t seem to find it for myself. I honestly don’t know how I would have gotten through the hard days without you all; my youth ministry friends, my blog friends, my deacon friends, and the list goes on and on.

Today, I look back and realize that I am on the other side of the mountain. I am exactly where God has led me to be. It has not been an easy journey. In fact, if you looked closely, you would see the (literal not physical) scars and scratches from where the shrubs grazed across my body as I fought to get to the top of that mountain.

I am now a new mustard bush. I am a mustard bush who has blossomed into who God has created her to be. I am a mustard bush that is surrounded by people who love her for exactly who God created her to be. In fact, since seeing the movie the Greatest Showman, I cannot stop singing “This is Me.”

Because this is me…a beloved broken blessed beautiful child of God. A mustard seed transformed by the goodness, grace, love and mercy of God!

I am linking up with these lovely ladies: Kelly and the Ra Ra linkup, Jennifer and Tell His Story, Holley and Coffee for your Heart, and Kristin and Porch Stories.

 

 

18 thoughts on “A Transformed Mustard Seed

  1. Beautiful post! Love these words ——-> Because this is me…a beloved broken blessed beautiful child of God. A mustard seed transformed by the goodness, grace, love and mercy of God!

    Love and hugs!

  2. This makes me smile.

    Those scars will always remind you of God’s faithfulness. You’ll be able to point to them in times of doubt and say, “See? This is how He loves me. This is how He carries me through.” And that’s a beautiful thing!

  3. What a beautiful post, Tara! “Because this is me…a beloved broken blessed beautiful child of God. ” Amen, a truth for all of us. Blessings to you, dear Tara! xo I’m your neighbor at #porchstories today.

  4. What a beautiful testimony – thanks for being willing to share. Only when we share so honestly can be a help and encouragement to those who are still trying to get to “the other side of the mountain”!

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