October 27, 2026
Good morning from Colorado!
I’ve come to see faith a little differently as I’ve grown older. It’s easy to think we need a mountain of faith before we can trust God, but Jesus painted a much simpler picture: faith as tiny as a mustard seed.
That little seed has always fascinated me—it’s a reminder that God isn’t waiting for us to come with something huge. He just wants us to start.
This all came to mind when I thought about my grandmother. She was such a woman of God. Her faith in Him was big—she’d walked with God so long, it was just part of who she was.
When I was young and barely starting out on my faith journey, she told me I didn’t have any faith yet. Back then, those words hit me hard. But looking back now, I see it all differently.
I was young—not just in age, but in understanding. My grandmother had decades with God. I was just starting to figure out what it meant to trust Him.
Maybe she saw how small my faith was. But God saw the seed—and that’s what really matters.
Jesus said if we have faith like a mustard seed, we can tell a mountain to move—and it will. The point isn’t that we need huge faith before God listens. If anything, Jesus says the opposite.
Our faith might start out tiny. But the God we’re trusting is anything but small.
Thinking about all this makes me reflect on my own faith journey. I was learning and questioning, trying to understand who God was and what it meant to trust Him.
My grandmother had already walked a lot of that road. But God wasn’t new to the journey. I was just getting started; God had always been there. I was learning His promises; He’d already made them. I was learning how to trust Him; He already knew He could be trusted.
Maybe that’s something we need to remember about our own faith. We don’t have to compare our beginnings to someone else’s years of walking with God. Your grandmother’s faith might seem stronger than yours. Your mom’s might, too. Maybe your pastor, or the person next to you in church, has been walking with God for fifty years. That doesn’t mean your small beginning doesn’t matter.
A seed is small because it’s a seed—it’s not supposed to look like the tree yet. Maybe my grandmother couldn’t see that while I was still changing. She saw how small my faith was, but God saw what it could become.
That’s the beauty of faith passed down. One generation plants seeds the next is still learning to grow. My grandmother’s faith became part of what I inherited—not just through her words, but by watching her actually believe. And somewhere along the way, that faith started to be mine, too.
Not a carbon copy of her faith—my own. My relationship with God. My lessons, my struggles, my questions. Those moments when I had to call out to Him for myself.
That’s when faith becomes personal. We can inherit someone’s example, but sooner or later, we have to decide for ourselves where our help comes from. That’s why I think Jesus’ mustard seed gives us hope.
Maybe your faith feels small today. Maybe you’re still full of questions. Maybe you’re just starting out. Or maybe you’ve been disappointed and you’re trying to believe again. Maybe someone else seems to have a mountain of faith, and you’re hanging onto a tiny seed.
Don’t underestimate the seed. Put it in God’s hands. The power isn’t in the seed’s size—the power is in the God who takes it.
When we finally get that, we realize we never needed enormous faith in ourselves. We just needed to learn to trust an enormous God.
I’ll see you tomorrow for another 15 Minutes with God. Until then, keep bringing your seed to Him—no matter how small it feels.
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