Saturday, 27 June 2026

Let my Mustard seed faith grow.

 Let My Mustard Seed Faith Grow


A Reflection on Matthew 17:20, Luke 17:6, and 1 Corinthians 1:27


Let my mustard seed faith grow—not in size, but in depth,

Not in show, but in trust that clings to every breath.

For a seed, though small, holds the promise of a tree,

And a faith, though weak, can move mountains by Your decree.


“Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.” (Matthew 17:20)


A mustard seed—unimpressive to the eye,

Easily overlooked, easily passed by.

But within it lies a forest, a shelter for the birds,

A testament that small beginnings are not empty words.


So I do not need a giant faith, a hero's mighty creed.

I only need a spark, a whisper, a mustard seed.

For the power is not in the seed, but in the One who gives the increase,

The God who takes the tiny and multiplies it into peace.


He replied, “If you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mulberry tree, ‘Be uprooted and planted in the sea,’ and it will obey you.” (Luke 17:6)


Let my faith grow—not by striving, not by force,

But by abiding in Your Word, by staying on Your course.

Let it take root in the soil of Your grace,

Let it be watered by Your Spirit, let it grow in every place.


My doubts may tower like mountains, my fears may block the sun.

But even a crumb of trust in You means the battle is already won.

I speak to the mountain, not in my own name, but in Yours.

And the mountain must move—for the King of kings is what it is for.


But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. (1 Corinthians 1:27)


So I will not despise the day of small beginnings.

I will nurture the seed of faith, though my spirit is sometimes thinning.

For the God who began a good work in me will carry it to the end.

Let my mustard seed faith grow—more than enough, my friend.


I believe, Lord. Help my unbelief.

Let my faith grow—from a seed to a tree,

A shelter for others, a place of rest,

A life that is fully and forever blessed.


Amen.

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