Over the years, the Lord has consistently helped me “think smaller” instead of chasing the grand, let’s-change-the-world, fiery thoughts I had in my youth. I’ve always considered myself a passionate person and a big dreamer – but something shifted during my health challenges (2013-2015) and motherhood.

In the last decade, I’ve thought often about how much we can miss the beauty and gift of a humble life when we’re constantly chasing the big, loud, and exciting. We aren’t all supposed to be building something massive or trying to be the savior of the world.

This doesn’t mean passion is bad or that zeal has no place.
The Lord is the One who gave us our fire in the first place!
Scripture says to “never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord” (Romans 12:11).
The invitation isn’t to extinguish our passion – but to aim it rightly.
Not toward striving, proving, or platform-building… but toward Him.
Toward obedience.
Toward quiet, humble service that brings Him glory.

Studying Revelation in BSF lately – and having some epiphanies about the matrix we live in, how predictable and controlled it all is, and how, for now, it’s under satanic influence – has made me realize even more what a true gift it is to lead a quiet life and live on secret mission. The Lord tells us this in 1 Thessalonians 4:11.

There may be moments when we impact a larger number…
But most of life is lived in the small.
And ultimately- at the end of the day – we are all just a blade of grass.

I don’t want to miss the quiet joy of the small, humble things right in front of me.

I’m so grateful the Lord has helped me let go of results: numbers, callings, platforms, impact… and instead treasure the little field exactly where He’s planted me.

This gift of contentment might be one of the greatest testimonies of my life – for those who knew me before Christ and after. It’s not an apathetic slothfulness or resignation. It’s a true trust in the Lord and relinquishment of trying to be the Author or Savior of it all.

I think there will always be the temptation to think and assess things as “the world” does. And I may have surface struggles in these areas more often than I want… but I do feel it deep in my heart: a gratefulness for this simple, hidden life.
I’m not trying to save the world. I’m just a little blade of grass –
knowing I’m part of a beautiful landscape with others.
Preventing erosion together.
Improving soil structure.
Retaining moisture.
Swaying in surrender to the wind of the Spirit.

Elisabeth Elliot once said:

“None of us are perfectly humble, but we can humble ourselves.
We can put ourselves in a humble place, do a humble job.
We can position ourselves to serve. When we do that, a wonderful thing happens—God gives us spiritual insight and understanding of things we did not see before.”

Kingdom work is so often small and unseen by most.
Because God knows our temptation to pride and people-pleasing.
And eternally significant work is only done with a heart focused on His glory – not our own.

What a beautiful freedom there is in not measuring, not comparing, not striving…

Just being right where you are and doing the work of your hands to the best of your ability.
Serving quietly. Yes, working diligently with the gifts He’s given.
But trusting that the Lord is the Gardener – and He alone handles how things are used, and when, and where.

Small isn’t insignificant.
It’s sacred.

“All flesh is like grass and all its glory like the flower of grass.
The grass withers, and the flower falls,
but the word of the Lord remains forever.”
—1 Peter 1:24–25