Tiny Little Mustard Seed.

 

Well, here we are, and this is the time of year we see how far we have traveled on our journey of faith and hope also we take the time to look at how much we have grown as a group and as individuals. This weeks’ Gospel reminds me of the song by Paul Kelly, ‘From Little Things, Big Things Grow.’ This weekend we have the opportunity and chance to plant new seeds of faith which begins as a tiny little mustard seed and each step of the way we grow a little bit more in knowing Jesus, loving Jesus, and following Jesus. Women of Faith and Hope, we need to keep up the good fight and keep running that race, run hard after Jesus and remember no matter how tiny our faith is we have the capability and momentum to move mountains read the word of God, put the word of God into action, surround yourself with people who are like minded or share in the same mysteries and faith, read great books about God, Jesus, the Holy Spirit, Mary our Mother of God, Angels and the Saints and trust God in all your pain.

I cannot stress this enough; at some point of our lives, we have judged, and we have been judged but to me those who judge do not have the time to love as Mother Teresa puts it. I was reminded of the many gifts and the love God has for all his Children on Monday night and I might not be able to do great things, but I can do small things with great love. I have never ever measured the love I give; I just give and give however there will come a day when we all must stand in the law court of Christ, and we will get what we deserve so I say to you all Women of Faith and Hope this is an opportunity for all of us to grow in unity, peace, and love.  This is what we are trying to teach our children, grandchildren, nieces, and nephews or the next generation to love each other, to tolerate and be accepting of one another, that means accepting any differences and being respectful, honestly though ignorance is not being respectful, loving or kind it is being mean, hurtful and it is an act of hatred and sin.

One last note, when we plant our tiny little mustard seed, let us plant love, kindness, compassion, and mercy.

Job14-7:9 there is always hope for a tree: when felled, it can start its life again, its shoots continue to sprout. Its roots may be decayed in the earth, its stump withering in the soil, but let it scent the water, and it buds, and puts out branches like a plant new set.

May God Bless Always, Women of Faith and Hope.

Written and created by My Mother Rose.