Even the smallest progress is still progress! That’s also grace.
I’m sure I’m not the only one to feel eager expectation, the anticipation of something big on the horizon, only to find the progress is slow or close to immeasurable. I hope to lean into that season of “small things” and celebrate even the smallest of the small. After all, perhaps that is all of God’s plan or changes li’l old me could handle without breaking. He loves me too much to crush me, so it’s all in perfect timing—for my good and his glory. And when I’m too weak, I fall on his grace and beg his strength.
*While no photo credit is required, I’d like you to know that this is not my own work. I found it HERE.